Once in the garden as a child, my father said to me,
Find a four leaf clover and so lucky you will be.
He promised me a shilling to pay me for my find
It had to be a four leaf, not any other kind.
I searched between the buttercups and round the daisies too
I searched until my fingertips were wet and turning blue
The sun was fading in the sky and dusk was almost nigh
I did not find the clover so I began to cry
My father's shadow stood right there and then he took my hand
He smiled at me so lovingly, just listen and understand
You searched and looked and did your best so do not be depleted
All that matters in your life is that you have competed
There is no failure for anyone who simply shows they're willing
It's cold my child, now come inside and here's your well-earned shilling
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