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LEPRECHAUN

There was a man, a wee little man,

Who sat around in green,

He was hard to find, but hard to miss,

And rarely ever seen,

With funny hat, and a twinkly eye,

He scurried off somewhere,

But if you caught the wee little man,

His pot o’ gold he’d share,

Not easily done with the man in green,

His buckled shoes adorned,

But if you got him to confess the place,

Of his gold, be forewarned!

If the wee man escapes ere the telling,

And you have no pot,

He’ll make your life, oh, so miserable,

You’ll wish he’d never been caught,

For want of wealth and gold you try,

To force the wee man bid,

Your life, your soul, your conscience is,

At end of rainbow hid!

PTR March 4, 2011