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Little Green Laughter
~~~ Sunlight sweeps above the dale, while shades of Heather lift their veil Then gentle mist of morning swirls, enhancing dawn with nature's pearls ~ Songbird's flight encircles glen, to spot late crawler's search for den Yet... Not all that dwells in understory, hides this day... this day's their glory ~ The songbirds flee... the piper grins "Far Darrig O'Malice yer at it again" The silence broke the wildwoods rustle from near and far, the wee ones hustle ~ The songs roll out the barrels too the leprechauns abandon shoe They all break out one piece of gold, to waste before their play grows cold ~ They barter sheep while lifting hogs They saddle ... ride ... the farmer's dogs And all the while they laugh and shout, they never spill their mugs of stout ~ The Cluricauns with stouter trumpet, descend the town... subdue the strumpet Spend their purse to chase romance the quean much slicker, steals their pants ~ Within the glen with dusk's approach, the smoke gets thick as suppers roast The music swirls, the echoes sail, the dancers chant an Irish tale ~ An those with naked butts are taught... they stop, it gives the bugs a shot Far Darrigs crawl beneath the kegs, they pop the corks and fill their legs ~ St. Patrick's blessed another year The sound of snoring now all you hear ~~~
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