The Magpie Rhyme

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On one visit to Ireland we noticed large black and white birds that seemed to be everywhere. A local friend was driving us around to site see and Tom asked about the bird. “Oh, those magpies!” the friend replied, and he counted them whenever they flew by. He explained that there is a poem explaining that seeing one lone bird was bad luck. Of course, after that we started counting them, and wouldn’t you know it. Half the time we saw a lone bird. But no worries, as soon as we saw another one we added it to the total, never admitting we saw one by itself.

We didn’t take any photographs of them so I borrowed the one above. (Wouldn’t want to pretend that we are that good at photography!) Here is the poem (there are a couple of versions):

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;
Ten for a bird that’s best to miss.

Have you seen this bird? The little rhyme reminds me of other things people do to avoid bad luck. Like not stepping on a crack lest you break your father’s back, knock on wood, or never speaking ill of the dead. What are some more you can think of?