  Poor Uncle Zeke, he's very sad, and says the whole world's wrong, For when he was a little boy it was a common song, To sing about the luck which came from finding a horseshoe, And in those good old lucky days the sign was always true. But Sunday when poor Uncle Zeke was walking on the street, He saw a lucky horseshoe which was lying at his feet, And as he stooped to seize the prize which lay before him there, Along an automobile came and whizzed him in the air. To-day I saw him lying still and pale upon his couch, And oh, my goodness gracious, but he had an awful grouch! His hands and arms in bandages were tied securely up, He told me I should listen well and take his counsel sage, And never try to get good luck in this fierce auto age, By picking up a horse's shoe in street or country road No more than I would stoop to seize a common green back toad. |
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