I’m a bit short of silver and gold

   and of paper money, I have little to fold

   because in the rags to riches race

   I’m not too far from very last place

   But there’s one thing of worth  I hide

   It isn’t large, nor very wide

   I keep it underneath my hat

   It is my brain, imagine that

   I have one brain, and none to spare

   so I keep it parked under my hair

   under skin and under bone

    so I wont lose it, like my phone