Its my lucky day;
I killed my self,
In a tricky sway,
I put I on shelf.

I now born again;
I am now a child;
My play I regain;
Joy abounds wild.

No, no about turn;
No days to mourn;
All play, all fun;
And all good morn.

A magical equation!
Leave I on station;
Get all goods back,
Then lost on track.