Leaping through the clovers
on his merry way,
the leprechaun is happy
on this St. Patrick's Day.
He tripped o'er a pebble
and landed on his face,
he lost his po' o' gold,
it spilled all o'er the place.
He got up off the ground
put his hands on his hips,
his pipe fell ou' o' his mouth,
he had a pout upon his lips.
"I lost me po' o' gold
all o'er the place,
because o' the damn pebble
me landed on me face."
He bent o'er to
pick up his riches,
his pants fell down
out came the stitches.
"Ta ta te, ta ta ti,
now me is pissed off,
me arse is a showin'
and me temper is aloft."
"Me ain't very happy
I lost me po' o' gold,
me pipe fell on the ground,
me feelin' o so old."
"Bending o'er is hard
on me back,
me is goin' ta pull up me pants,
so me can hide me crack."
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2004