Ironwolf

Fortune presents gifts not according to the book
Fortune presents gifts not according to the book

When you expect whistles, it’s flutes
When you expect flutes, it’s whistles

What various paths are followed in distributing honors and possessions
She gives awards to some and penitents’ cloaks to others

When you expect whistles, it’s flutes
When you expect flutes, it’s whistles

Sometimes she robs the chief goatherd of his cottage and and goatpen
And to whomever she fancies the lamest goat has born two kids

When you expect whistles, it’s flutes
When you expect flutes, it’s whistles

Because in a village a poor lad has stolen one egg
He swings in the sun and another gets away with a thousand crimes

When you expect whistles, it’s flutes
When you expect flutes, it’s whistles

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