At least with street busking you can turn a profit.
Indeed.
Walking through Hyde Park in London, Hubby and I came across a tiny squirrel sitting on a wrought-iron fence. As we walked by, it took a bow -- one paw on its itty bitty tummy -- and of course we gave it some peanuts. It snagged the loot and started nomming. No fear, man! It's a living.