If you’re childlike
over-trusting
With woolly covers on
your eyes
Astrologically
affected
Lucky charms you
fondly prize
If you need to cross
your fingers
Finding ritual
reassuring
A Nostradamus
follower
There is a Russian
bank procuring
They’re looking for
the gullible
Who think that life’s
a magic spell
Not reading forms in
contracts
Beguiling smiles will
ring their bell
But when saving your
deposit
You’ll find only
money truly counts
They wont accept your
totem card
Bewitching cheques
that often bounce
They guarantee you
with an errand
To spice your mojo
welcome mat
Calm your fear of
crossing thresholds
By trusting fortune
to their cat
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