GOLD
At the end of each rainbow is
A small pot of real gold
But you have to move quickly
And get there first, because
That lil leprechaun is quick
And fast, he’ll snatched up the gold
And give you a blast, from his
Shillelagh stick it’s powerful to
He’ll blast you with one
And then two
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