Hanging in your den, that stag or buck
Might bring you nothing but bad luck.
And sad as the fact is,
So might a cactus,
An outdated calendar, an unmade bed,
A broken clock, a plant that’s dead,
An open umbrella, left by the stair,
And papa’s favorite rocking chair
And last of all the pigment green.
I’m not superstitious, to be frank.
Except for the color of money, I mean.
And you can take that to the bank.