Huddled round the roulette table
The poor man see's his dreams
Taking out all he's able
Watching how that fateful ball gleams
"Red" he mutters
And throws it all on one square
Watches his life roll between gutters
God or chance answers his prayer
"Red!" he shouts
Now with wealth to his name
Faithfully ignoring all doubts
He doubles the riches he can claim
Drunk off these riches he pushes forth his stack
How could he know the ball would choose black?
