Timothy the Leprechaun

Timothy was an Irish Leprechaun Who lived in the place where his family was born In a house in a hole at the base of a little tree And thought the world was a wonder to see He kept his pot of gold at the rainbow's end That he visited every rainy cold day once again So as to keep his gold from marauding pirates Who would hide near a rainbow whilst they would wait For Leprechauns to come out to see their gold So after a particularly wet Saturday afternoon so cold Timothy decided to see his golden treasure And left his little tree to seek it out for his pleasure Whistling a Irish jig on journey under the shiny sun With each step an adventure that had just begun And with the sun out on high the rainbow appeared In magic dust as it flew across the sky a roadway endeared But the Pirates were near and they saw Timothy at the start Of the rainbow hearing the words that were Leprechaun smart "Over the rainbow and away across the blue sky, I want to see my treasure and need a road to get there by" The road on the rainbow appeared for Timothy clearly ahead And he stepped up on it and looked forward without dread The pirates waited and when Timothy was far enough away They spoke the words and quietly they were on their way The rainbow curved across the sky as Timothy hiked on by Stealthy and quietly the pirates followed the road in the sky Until they saw Timothy at the end of the fabled highway As he opened his pot of gold sparkling brightly away Then the pirates jumped out and surprised him with their guns And they thought they had the gold with their laughter begun Timothy said his magic words, " Be gone each and everyone" When pop! The pirates disappeared as Timothy had won Timothy had a chuckle and danced a jig to his favourite song Putting his gold away in its rightful place where it belongs And what of the pirates and punishment I hear you say They were in the Simpson Desert in Australia far from the sea away. © Paul Warren Poetry