SUPERSTITION

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         Good morning Mr Magpie
         Be careful of that cat
         I'll try to miss that ladder out
         My horoscopes gone flat
         If I don't dress a certain way
         Then all my luck runs out
         Oh it really is a strain
         Consumed by fear and doubt.

         Should I really be a sponge
         For all this superstition
         Isn't there a normal way
         To gain a safe ambition
         Jesus is your answer
         He died to set you free
         So throw your tarot in the bin
         And tell old nick to flee.