There once was a man named Pat
Who, if you met him and would start to chat
Would quickly realize you were meetin'
With someone who's a cretin
Pat kept his brain in the place where he sat
Pat had a friend named Rick
On Pat, Rick wanted to play a trick
He would pretend to die
So his friend Pat would cry
Rick's sense of humor was kinda sick
It happened on St Patrick's Day
Both Pat and Rick had been drinking all day
When Pat said, 'I'll be right back'
He'd pretend to have a heart attack
But it didn't work out that way
Rick walked through the men's room door
Slipped, hit his head on the hard men's room floor
When the EMT arrive
Rick was no longer alive
He was dead as a door nail, for sure
Was a terrible thing, wouldn't you say?
To go in that sort of way
His friend he wanted to trick
Now Rick is done, a fork in him stick
T'was ain't Pat, it was Rick who died St Patrick's Day