By Jimmy Lee Travis
One child's born so rightly on the blanket
Another fights to stay
One child finds his Mother's eyes
The other dies today_
A Sunday's Child always lands in luck
The other must survive
A Sunday's Child has lucky stars
The other's path is lies_
Why do lovers oft gang awry?
Could History tell the tale?
Did Heaven set their course this way?
Did God approve the sale?_
A Sunday's Child is so well fed
There's ne'er a Winter's day
The Foundling never finds enough;
A life that's lost it's way_
If certain, when this life was out,
That hers and mine should be,
I ’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity_