My pocket is a special place
That's full of all neat things,
What Mom once called old junk
To me's like diamond rings.
I gather things as I walk home
In case they're gone tomorrow
'Cause you'll never know just when
Someone has a need to borrow.
The things that go in my ol' pocket
Say more than words can say
They tell about things important
To me from day to day.
They are not money, or expensive goods
I don't need them right now.
It's more important to find a stone
Or a broken piece of plow.
Someday I won't see things like
I see things now, you know.
I'll get too tied up in the world
To see the wildflowers grow.
So while I can collect neat things
And put them in my pocket
Please don't think it's yuck or dumb
And please don't go and mock it.