The Glass Clover
Four leaves so rare,
you try to look, but they aren't there.
All day long and through the night,
search year 'round and search by light-
hoping to find your good luck charm,
to bring you luck and keep you from harm.
Then one day you go to town,
to search the earth and search the ground.
A dusty shop, you stop and stare
and see it in a window there.
You go inside and pick it up;
already, it have changed your luck.
Your search is done, tied on a cord;
it represents your God and Lord.
If it breaks, you will not mind-
the joy it brought have been so kind.
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