Amid mushrooms the leprechaun creeps
At the end of rainbows he sleeps
He would hit you with a rock
If you try to steal his crock
A master of devilish trickery
He will play games with ye
Doth thou keep away from me gold
He will say so brash and bold
Catch him and hear him rant
Three wishes he will grant
But those wishes are like the mist
With each one comes a twist
Laughs at you, he is all dressed in green
Never generous, just twice as mean
For his hidden gold he will dig
Trick you and dance an Irish jig
At the end of rainbows he sleeps
He would hit you with a rock
If you try to steal his crock
A master of devilish trickery
He will play games with ye
Doth thou keep away from me gold
He will say so brash and bold
Catch him and hear him rant
Three wishes he will grant
But those wishes are like the mist
With each one comes a twist
Laughs at you, he is all dressed in green
Never generous, just twice as mean
For his hidden gold he will dig
Trick you and dance an Irish jig
copyright Chris Smith 2008
Wonderful Chris!
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