My Good Luck Troll
He is my good luck troll my grandma said.
If you want good luck, just rub his head.
She’s lost three sisters and a brother.
No thank you said my wise young mother.
Go on and give him a rub, grandma said.
He will like it, look, he’s leaning his little head.
She had been through eight disasters, plenty.
With luck like that, I do not want any.
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