Okay I admit it, much as I try to deny it, I am as superstitious as hell. It’s magpies you see, they get me every time. I literally cower from the sorrowful singular birds. I frantically count the distance before spotting the next one. I’ve decided that even if one is lying dead on the grass, it still counts as one of my ‘two for joy’ if there’s a live one within the vicinity. If the dead one is alone, then of course it doesn’t count at all.
So tell me how close two magpies have to be to each other for it to count as ‘two for joy’? My town is full of the damn things so every time I go out I see a plethora of the little black and white beasties, taunting me as one of the pair hide in the hedgerow waiting for me to pass by before emerging as part of a couple. As for the rest of the rhyme, three is not ‘for a girl’ to me, oh no, it’s two for joy plus one for sorrow. Four is not ‘for a boy’, its two times ‘two for joy’ (very pleasing). And so on and so on.
Confused, that’s okay then. 🙂