Had another go, this time a bit more jaunty

You broke the bedroom mirror And opened an umbrella in doors You left a dead man’s shoes on the kitchen table He’d remove them himself, but he just isn’t able

A black cat crossed my path twice And I stood on a crack in the pavement So far I haven’t seen anything bad I realise that’s a “tempting fate” statement

It all started out with the Norsemen Who were tricked in the halls of Valhalla And the carpenter held his last supper Where the traitor shared his bread and his butter

And we think these things are related Like a cosmic sense of humour Something that’s endlessly debated They spread through time like all good rumours And tumors

(c) words and music G Todd 2026