Caged Mocking Birds Of My Pockets
I’ll keep a mocking bird in my pocket of pities
So it can sing me nautical ditties
Because daddy never bought one for me.
And this ring has long been brass
But I don’t want another one, I dear not ask
The looking glass is not worth a look
Everything it ever held for me has now been took
What’s the use of a Billy goat or Bull?
I’m sure there a troll under our bridge, your fist is always pulled
Here’s to hoping the dog bite is worse than its bark
Or will it be a kindly friend locked forever in my heart?
For nice trinkets never last
Pocket watches tick where the hour hand is fast
Because that’s all daddy ever bought me.
So it can sing me nautical ditties
Because daddy never bought one for me.
And this ring has long been brass
But I don’t want another one, I dear not ask
The looking glass is not worth a look
Everything it ever held for me has now been took
What’s the use of a Billy goat or Bull?
I’m sure there a troll under our bridge, your fist is always pulled
Here’s to hoping the dog bite is worse than its bark
Or will it be a kindly friend locked forever in my heart?
For nice trinkets never last
Pocket watches tick where the hour hand is fast
Because that’s all daddy ever bought me.