There are little trinkets that I keep in my pockets.

They don’t mean anything to others so they mock it.

I keep a little rubber pig that squish-ed brains

I keep an alpaca as well, a gift from Rayn

I keep tiny rubber ducks because they’re neat

I keep plastic gold coins to pirate kids I meet

I keep a little black bell with a kitty face

I keep a kazoo that hums good pace

I keep a harmonica that I don’t know how to play

I keep things that make me happy every single day.