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.