Underfoot, it's lucky and round, Keeps the horse's hoof safe and sound. A symbol of fortune, for those who believe, In the old country, it was nailed with reprieve.

I am an animal product, with a medieval feel. I reigned a good part of the millennium though, until I was dethroned by steel. I drink from a little vase, on paper and parchment I leave my trace.

Rings that attatch to eachother look great. I ordered something, the deliverer's on their way...

Celebrated since ancient times, twice a year I appear. Once when it's Cold and Once when it's Warm. Stones show when I am here.

A bow but no arrow A string gone unplucked The devil lost me in Georgia I suppose it was bad luck