Aren't you the lucky one?

Hit the jackpot on the run.

Good fortune follows you,

Bright sunlight shining through.


Born with a silver spoon in your mouth,

Right in the middle between north and south.

It doesn't matter what state you're in,

Your state of mind is free from sin.


And if you should fall from your high estate,

You will be saved before it's too late.

Angels will swoop down,

And keep you from the soiled ground.


Everything you touch turns to gold.

You grow better with years, but never old.

And you can thank your lucky stars,

You're a Venus, instead of Mars


If you should die,

Before I wake.

I pray your soul,

My soul to take.


Copyright 1999 (c) Ronald W. Hull



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