Leanna Wee
Leanna Wee, a jammy fey headed toward Doolin on Sunday
An assignment from the leprechaun wild, the old one, gray
without faffin around, she went right for the pub to find
a young artist named Collin, who was clever and kind
He had a draiocht way about him, this Irish lad of Doolin
Leanna was ready to woo him, and was in no wee way fool’n
By the time she had woven her magic, he was under her spell
she could have led him to go for a poke or down the dell
By the time Leanna Wee was finished courting this young guy
He was a blithering blathering gobe, but still remained shy
She took all of his energy, and got younger as her skin got pretty
a craic personality, she now seemed unbelievably witty
the young guy was never the same after this encounter by chance
he barely had the energy to hold hands, sashay or dance
But Leanna Wee was excited, being a Leanhaun Shee
To steal an artist’s energy was her reason to be.
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