Luck

Luck is the thing with lucks

That lurks in the luck

And favours the tunes without favor 

And never stops luck at all times 

Vale of tears turns not awry

But tears of joy and happiness 

Luck is the thing that favours the bearer

Regardless of the stingy nightmare 

And luck must be the lurk

That prevails at all storms 

That could grace every little bird

In the face of every disgrace 

Luck never fails in the chilliest lands

Distilled in the aroma of favor unlimited 

Luck never fails in the strangest sea

Nevertheless its magical charm 

Might not repay where preparedness 

Is a fugitive in the flight of its hallowed shores.