Walking up to a wishing well
He dropped a coin and down it fell
Prayed to God: “Please come true”
God said back: “That wish won’t do”
Angry now he marched away
Cursing God and the world he made
Determined to grant his one wish
He lay down to catch a glimpse

Of a shooting star’s tail of fire
Known to fulfill nearly any desire

Fate had formed in his eyes
A comet burst out across the skies
He made a wish the same as before
Praying to heaven for a fateful cure
To bring money, power, fame
God just laughed and kept all the same
The man he cried and screamed distress
Blaming God for his loneliness

Who sang onto him: “Be content and free
Materials you seek they spur misery”

Still his anger swayed his mind
He renounced God and all of time
Sad and smitten he rolled over
Face to face with a four-leaf clover
“Finally” he said “my wish is true
This clover of fortune will surely do
He picked the plant by the root and stem
Wished for pleasure again and again

And overcome with confidence he threw that clover down
Cursing the dirt and the filth in the ground

He went on his way thinking all was grand
“I’ll be rich soon with lots of land”
Forgetting God and the stars above
Claiming himself the one true love
He went to sleep as fast as ever
And woke up feeling clever
He raced on down to the market place
Anticipating riches: gold and lace

But he never made it all that far
For on his way he was squished by a car