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.