Waiting for your favored hand,
I have held it free from harm;
Take, and wear the mystic charm.
From the lightning’s deadly stroke,
From the fire it may invoke,
From all illness, pain, and strife,
May it guard thee safe through life.
Rhymes to be enclosed in bonbons tied to the roots of plantains which do not bring good luck:
Though ye seek, ye seek in vain
Fortune’s favor thus to gain,