I envy you.
You get the good hand, I get the bad.
I'm happy that you're sad, because of that I feel bad.
For once I get the good hand, and you get the bad.
I pause and frown, bend down and help you back up.
You're happy again.
You have the good hand.
I smile slightly; I have the bad hand.
But this time I don't feel sorry for myself.
This time I'm happy also.
