bit of a poem for luck
|Over the rustic mountain,
down to the flowing sea,
your search for forever will it be,
if you get lucky enough to hear the tone,
your luck may forever change.
You'll find me over by the stone
out among the moss,
you must pick me to get the luck,
remember me not to toss
you know my name have not found it.
you need to look me over,
to find me
a 4-leaf clover.