A rabbit's foot brings good luck
your fate the stars can tell
yet beneath a ladder you must never duck
lest fortune bids farewell
Take care to never spill salt
or you shall watch your destiny moulder
yet bad luck you may exalt
by throwing salt across your shoulder
A black cat in your path is cause for fear
but an itchy eye can go either way
the right promises that success is near
and the left foretells dismay
Deep are the roots of superstition
far deeper than the murky oceans
this chronic search for prediction
and hope in magic potions
How Did You Know
About my magic potions? Didn't know about the eyes itching. Absent a faith humans will invent the mysterious, the why and the purpose of everything.