The Lonesome Piccolo Player

I had taken a long walk today,
To a park hidden far, far away,
As I walked the narrow snaking path,
I heard a whistle sounded like a steam bath,
It was an enchanting sound from afar,
It was whining strange sound very bizarre,
As I walked closer to the source of the sound,
I could see a man sitting on the ground,
In his hands, he held a wooden piccolo,
On his head a Peter Pan hat in bluish indigo,
Hat with a feather as he played that flute,
That man could not play, not even a note,