Fortune Presents Gifts Not According to the Book

Fortune presents gifts

Not according to the book

Fortune presents gifts

Not according to the bookWhen you expect whistles, it's flutes

When you expect flutes, it's whistlesWhat various paths are followed

In distributing honors and possessions

She gives awards to some

And penitent's cloaks to othersWhen you expect whistles, it's flutes

When you expect flutes, it's whistlesSometimes she robs the chief goatherd

Of his cottage and the goat pen

And to whomever she fancies

The lamest goat has born two kidsWhen you expect whistles, it's flutes

When you expect flutes, it's whistlesBecause in a village

A poor lad has stolen one egg

He swings in the sun and another

Gets away with a thousand crimesWhen you expect whistles, it's flutes

When you expect flutes, it's whistles