Leprechaun

Leprechaun There once was a spry leprechaun Whom I finally laid hands upon And I planned to hold Until I got his gold Then he said it was all a big con He said leprechaun gold was a joke And his magic was all mirrors and smoke But if I let him go Good luck he’d bestow To me and the rest of my folk And so of course I let him go Good luck? Well it has yet to show But I think I did right Let him out of my sight I’m still waiting for riches to show You all have known me awhile And you know of my poetic style It won’t bring me fame You’ll forget my name But with luck I just might make you smile