As I pulled onto IBM’s grounds this morning, the field where the Herons usually hang out in the morning had a tiding of magpies…
Now we know that…
One for sorrow, two for joy
Three for a girl, four for a boy
Five for silver, six for gold
Seven for a secret never to be told.
Eight for a wish, nine for a kiss.
And ten for a big fat chicken.
But what is the rhyme for over thirty?
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“One for sorrow, two’s mirth,
Three’s a wedding, four’s a birth,
Five’s a christening, six a death,
Seven’s heaven, eight’s hell,
And nine’s the devil his ane sel’.”
Heron, magpie
Heron, magpie