Leprechaun Schleprechaun
Leprechaun Schleprechaun the jealous gnome Ned said.
They will be sorry about snubbing me when I am dead.
St. Patrick’s Day faerie’s emerald eyes rolled around in her head.
The leprechaun will always trump us both, so get over it Ned.
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