She didn't step on a sidewalk crack
So thank goodness her Mother won't break her back

Yet when she opened the apple cider pack
It smelled and tasted like apple jack

She didn't break the mirror giving her seven years of bad luck

Yet her son called to say his wallet and his credit card were stolen--
--Along with his truck

She stayed away from a leaning ladder and especially from a scary
Black cat

Yet to her dismay
The washer turned her whites grey
And shredded her favorite hat

She stubbed her toe, hit her head and tumbled down the stairs

Yet things were getting better 'cause
Things happen in 3's not pairs