Fortune Presents Gifts Not According To The Book

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 penitent's 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 the goat pen

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