SUPERSTITION

Oh hail superstition! 

I bow to your full grace and glory

For giving me cognition.

I shall not! 

Walk under that ladder 

Which will make me gladder,

Open my umbrella inside 

As the rain is falling cockeyed,

And Hasten once I catch sight  

Of that black cat during the night. 

I shall!

Throw salt across my shoulder

While I Line up 3 leaf clovers,

And I will stay put 

To grab my lucky rabbits' foot.

So until the end is nigh 

I will stay inside 

On this Friday the 13th night.