Nothing surprises me more than the little green man. He speaks with an accent, and tips his hat with his hand. He taps his feet and does a jig. This St. Patricks Day thing is really big. He has a funny name, they call him Leprechaun. Sometimes he smokes a pipe, and seems to pop in from somewhere beyond. He passes out shamrocks and funny green beer. Everyone dances around him while they happily toast and cheer. He says Irish blessings around black pots of gold. He won't let you have any as I hear the story told. You have to have the luck of the Irish, to fit in with the likes of him. That cute little Leprechaun, with the Irish sparkling grin!
Written by: S. Matheson 2/24/2003 |