I picked up a penny and thought of luck:
And wondered if its existence rang true
Because if you bent down, you might get stuck.
I don’t think that’s lucky at all. Do you?

And what if the dime carried a disease?
And you got a bad rash on your face?
Well, that just doesn’t seem like luck to me.
So why would you risk it in the first place?

What if a rabbit’s foot hung off your chest?
You would reckon that your fortune was sweet.
But I don’t think a rabbit would feel blessed,
Wandering around without any feet.

So I think I’ll leave the penny untouched
And save it for those who do trust in luck