Chasing Rainbows

Today, all day, my Irish leprechaun We get our chance to catch you if we can. You hold the secrets of hidden treasures. This time we will use successful measures. For most, we’ll sit in pubs all day and hunt for you in greenish stout from favorite haunts Along the way. What fools we mortals be That think at rainbows end we’ll find the key To gold and sundry riches in a pot. Hah! All that’s found are fractured dreams and sots. From time immemorial fools have tried In vain to follow dreams of gold worldwide. Thus, chasing dreams and dodgy rainbows Makes one lose sight of what’s under your nose.