Written by: mike dailey


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