Following the Rainbow
I thought it was just a myth
About following a rainbow
It was said, that at the end
Of each rainbow is a pot of gold
So, I followed one to the end an
Standing there was a leprechaun
With a pipe in his mouth and
Holding a golden staff
I said to him, where’s me gold
Suddenly, a pot fill with
Gold appeared and boy
Did I have a hard time
Getting it home!
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