Dear Daikoku,
You're my husband, you know it
I hope that we will never split
You are a very handsome man
As well as a beautiful black fan
The only shinki
Of a God who is considered a little dinky
Someone who finds it funny
When I scam people out of money
To humans I am only a myth
The poverty god, you chose to stay with
I don't use you that often
So eventually my skills may soften
Using you can lead to storms
Releasing phantoms in the swarms
With my voice that's like a fife
Even with all the strife
No matter how difficult I make your life
You still like to say that I'm your wife
Our meeting was certainly fateful
To you, I am forever grateful
Love,
Kofuku