IM IN A FIELD OF FOUR LEAF CLOVER'S, BUT DON'T START PICKING QUITE SO FAST, FOR IM THE ONE, UR NOT LOOKING FOR, IM HIDDEN BY ALL OF THE GRASS,
FOR IN THIS FEILD OF CLOVERS, THERES NOTHING LUCKY ABOUT ME, WHAT MAKES ME SO DIFFERNT IS, INSTED OF FOUR LEAVES I HAVE THREE
: OH, SURE SOME WOULD SAY I AM ORGINAL, VERY HARD TO FIND, BUT STILL THEY KEEP ON PICKING THE LUCKY ONE'S AND LEAVING ME BEHIND
I GUESS I HAVE A PURPOSE HERE, FAR BEYOND WHAT I MUST SEE, BECUASE IN THIS FEILD OF LUCKY CLOVER'S, HERE SITS LITTLE UN LUCKY ME
I WISH SOMEDAY I COULD FEEL LUCKY, AND MAKE SOMEONES ELSES WISHES COME TRUE, BUT UNTIL THEN I SIT IN THIS FIELD OF BRIGHLY GREEN LUCKY CLOVER'S BUT I AM THE IN THE SHADE FEELING BLUE