Feast of St. Patrick













I am not Irish, but who has to be

A feisty Irish lass or Irish lad

To cuddle up to the gay revelry

To honor the beloved great St. Pat



A patron highly revered in many a land

Apostle tried who traveled far and wide,

Who led barbaric clans to understand

The Christian message and its shining light.



A Briton under Roman rule, Saint Pat

Ascetic, wise, resourceful, versatile

Did make his savage congregations glad

And told them stories of  the Emerald Isle.



But Oh good Irish - you are not alone

On whom Saint Patrick’s beacon light did shine

He ministered to folks along the Rhone

The Danube, Sein, the Isaar  and the Rhine.



To teach about the Holy Trinity

He showed the clover leaf to heathen gangs

Taught the wild tribes of Teuton Germany

To render harmless deadly serpents fangs.



Legenda Aurea says he went to Prague

But then returned to Broughton-Under-Blean,

And held at bay the pestilence and plague,

For draught there had wiped out the luscious Green



Our culture’s light bulb would be very dim-

Barbaric rule would have the upper hand,

Stark ignorance would  shroud us dull and grim

Had he not spread his word in foreign land.



Dance Ring-Around-The Rosie,-but take care

Too well discern the honest obeisance

Paid to the Saint by folks from Outre-Mer

Who are all set to join your merry dance

But knowing your good will they trust and say:

“Hurray  rejoice in dear Saint Patrick‘s Day“!.



Elizabeth Dandy












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