Tiny Irish Dancer

I am dancing with St. Pat the little Dublin girl sang out Click click click clack her feet clicked over and about. She was doing a jig, with no training whatsoever. The rain had stopped, it was turning to good weather. Click click click the shoes sang out, against the floor. “Erin go braugh!” yelled out the eejit next door. “Ireland forever!” I yelled back, being neighborly. The tiny Irish dancer continued jigging it with glee.