I Crossed My Fingers

I crossed my fingers, and also my toes Sometimes I will recite a magical prose, I might even wish underneath the moon As I hope and I desire for a better fortune, Or to be protected from my foes. I want no more worries or anymore woes Even that of an itchy nose, To all and any bad luck I want to be immune, I crossed my fingers. For love I might pull the petals from a rose Or perhaps I will wear a charm on my clothes, Maybe I will whistle a very happy tune I most certainly will step over a crack this afternoon, For good luck I will do anything I truly suppose. I crossed my fingers. Randy L. McClave