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Today seems like my lucky day with everything I do It started off this morning when I stopped to tie my shoe And what do you suppose I spied on the ground right by my side? A lucky four-leaf clover coming through Everything is going my way and I feel inclined to say Today is my lucky day I took my Daddy’s shovel and I stuck it in the dirt I worked that clover gently out so it would not be hurt Then in that hole, beside a root, I found a lucky rabbit’s foot and put it in the pocket of my shirt I dug a little deeper, I was almost underground I kind of had to laugh at the box of lucky charms I’d found There was more cool stuff down deep among some rocks A horeshoe, a lucky penny and a pair of lucky socks Today must be my lucky day, I feel it in my soul and if I keep on digging I might even find some gold But deeper on I realize, maybe this was not too wise Now I’m stuck way down here in this hole
