Leaping Leprechaun
Leaping through the clovers
on his merry way,
the leprechaun is happy,
on this St. Patrick's Day.
He tripped over a pebble
and landed on his face,
he lost his po' o' gold,
it spilled all o'er the place.
He got up off the ground
put his hands on his hips,
his pipe fell ou' o' his mouth,
he had a pout upon his lips.
"I lost me po' o' gold
all o'er the place,
because o' the damn pebble,
me landed on me face."
He bent o'er to
pick up his riches,
his pants fell down,
out came the stitches.
"Ta, ta, te, ta, ta, ti,
now me is p*ssed off,
me a*se is a showin',
me temper is aloft."
"Me ain't very happy,
I lost me po' o' gold,
me pipe fell on the ground,
me feelin' o so old."
"Bending o'er is hard
on me back,
me is goin' ta pull up me pants,
so me can hide me crack."
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2004
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