The Leprechauns’ Dance

Beneath the emerald hills they hide, Where shadows stretch and secrets bide, The leprechauns with hats so green, Dance where only dreams are seen. They laugh and twirl in moonlit glow, Their golden coins they softly throw. A wink, a jig, a merry sound, A hidden treasure underground. With mischief in their sparkling eyes, They hide their wealth where magic lies. A rainbow leads, but none can trace, The leprechauns’ elusive grace. They’ll grant you wishes, if you’re true, But catch them first—that’s up to you! For they’re as quick as the morning breeze, Vanishing with a soft “please, please!” So search the hills and wildflower glens, But know that the dance never ends. The leprechauns are ever near, Whispering laughter we can’t quite hear.