The Etruscans were Italians before there was Rome
And they started a custom with a chicken’s Wishbone
Which is the furcula bone between the neck and the breast
A slight V-shaped thing, most of you could attest.
But did you know the Etruscans thought fowls were prophetic?
Because hens predict their eggs with a squawk—how pathetic
And so these old-timers would ask their bird questions
They must not have had Cable is Bossy’s impression.
Anyway, that tradition was handed down to the Romans
Who looked to their chickens to predict the town’s omens
They believed a broken wishbone could enable good luck
For whoever broke the big piece. The small piece = schmuck.
The Romans handed this superstition down to the English
Who re-named the Wishbone to please their standards (quite priggish)
And thus “Merrythoughts” was the bone the British acquired
When they wanted the wish they all so desired.
Here’s how: two people take hold of either side of the bone
And pull ‘til it breaks—if there’s a trick, it’s unknown,
Because strength has nothing to do with the winner
Next: you keep your wish quiet and get back to your dinner.
Hence the origin of the phrase, “I can’t catch a break.”
Who knew there’s an expression from a bone, for chrissake.
In honor of those Etruscans and their wishbones so kitsch,
Just what would you want if you could have your one wish?