I pick up things
\nfrom off the street and sell ’em.
\nWhenever words
\ncome to my head, I yell ’em.
\nThey call me Hubcap Bub
\nbecause I’ve got a big collection.
\nFolks can stop on by my shack
\nand make their own selection.
\nI sell all but the shiny ones
\nfor just a buck or two.
\nIf you’re in need I also have
\nthe odd glove, sock or shoe.
\nI make up songs and lullabies,
\nbut don’t know how to write.
\nYou bring your sleepless kid to me
\nand I’ll sing him goodnight.
\nWith all the stuff accumulated
\nhere within my brain,
\nI often think it quite unfair
\nthat some call me insane.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"