You wouldn’t think to look at me –
You mightn’t even guess –
But, once, I sat on Satan’s knee
And bargained for success.

I offered him all kinds of things
To bring about my goal,
But, in the end, he shook his wings
And said, “I want your soul.”

I didn’t scream at his demand
But smiled at him, instead.
And, standing up, I shook his hand
And, while departing, said,

“My soul’s not mine to give away;
It’s who I am, both night and day.”

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