Opportunity, so beautiful,
Appeared to me one day.
I viewed and contemplated her
But turned the other way.
So Opportunity left me,
Searched across the land.
And in a nicer place
She found a better man.
Now joy is he and great success,
With Opportunity by his side.
While sitting, I, in cardboard house,
Have nothing left to try.
If Opportunity returned to me,
I’m sure of what I’d do.
I’d likely turn my back again,
And off she’d run with you.