Nose to the ground, I search to and fro. I know there’s one here ‘Cause it’s where clovers grow. I’ll look ‘til I find one, at least one or two, ‘Cause I want to find out If their magic is true. First off, I’ll spy one and then mark its spot. I’ll talk to it, feed it And water it a lot. My four leaf clover will grow big and tall. So big, in fact, That it’ll make me feel small. Just imagine the wishes a big clover will give. As I love it and feed it And help it to live.