Dancing To Emerald Past
There was an old man who marched in Belfast,
wearing shamrocks danced to emerald past.
On St. Patrick’s fancy day
in ceilithe he dined by bay,
saw the snakes slither slow, turning green fast.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2025
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