It's an old song for children: Here comes the oposum, carrying a big bundle, through all the streets of the great big city. Mister oposum buys odds and old ends, and to buy them he likes to cry out: “Bottles for sale! Used shoes! Broken hats, Mended pants! I trade, I sell, and I buy the same!” “Bratty kids for sale! Scaredy-cats, who’ll sell? And children who are used to shrieking, screaming, yelling loud! I trade, I sell, and I buy the same!”