Let's Retrieve the Gold Tomorrow
They tried to lure the leprechaun away from the gold over and over.
He had a secret weapon, it was his Uncle St Patrick Dew Clover.
Dew Over stood guard when the leprechaun got forty-three winks.
When he awoke, he was stiff, and his neck was full of bad kinks.
Did you have a good sleep? Dew Over asked in the nicest way.
Unfortunately, he had also taken forty-two winks that day.
The gold was gone, the rainbow bare, slow brisket smells in the air.
Let’s retrieve it tomorrow they agreed, reveling in the fragrance fair.
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