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.