If you love your scarf/
yet accidentally set it free/
if it comes back to you/
run away from it/
or for Pete's sake stomp on it with all your might./
Scarfs are inanimate objects and can't move by themselves you Fool!
I'll be happy if that's the fate of my dear scarf. Just thinking about my lonely scarf perhaps on the middle of the Greenpoint Ave. Bridge (in the gray zone between Brooklyn and Queens) makes me a little teary eyed.... ((sniff))