Once life has its run
Mr. Luck and Logic meet
They challenge and bet
on who'd win, who'd retreat.

They set out once a journey .
They rode a shabby car.
It only took them half the way
then declined to go too far.

If we spend here this night(they thought)
and get some place to sleep.
It's getting a way dark here,
and dimness'll shortly creep.[/i]

"I'll get a bed here tonight."
Mr. Logic pointed to a tree.
"I'll sleep in the street, said Luck "
"there I'd feel free."

"No doubt, you're insane." said Logic
"Tonight you're a dead-man."
A car shall surely hit you,
a heavy vehicle or a van.

But Luck didn't lend Logic
an ear and paid no attention.
He got the street a bed
with no fear or tension.

A few hours then passed
before a car came across
while Luck still lying there
where he'd be hit and tossed.

The driver didn't hit Mr. Luck,
but steered away instead.
He veered towards the tree
where Logic got his bed.

That's how it often gets
between Mr. Luck and Mr. Logic.
Though sometimes it goes in turn
Mr. Luck mostly wins like magic.