Top O' the Mornin' Ta Ya
Shenanigans is me game
don't ya darn well know,
I'll cover ya in green
from ya head ta ya toe.
Want me ta Irish up tha' coffee for ya?
Get ya all good and drunk,
then I could stuff ya
in me little tickle trunk.
Ya know me darn well
we've gone about this for years,
now ya know I don't like it
when ya cry those fake tears.
Ya got ta toughen up ol' girl
don't go off stompin' mad,
from where I'm standin'
ya makin' yaself look bad.
I just don't believe
you're throwing in the towel,
I love comin' 'round every year
just ta hear ya howl.
I'm just a wee leprechaun
ya can kick me in the ass,
and out the door I go
flying through the air is a real blast.
I just love teasin' ya
every year that passes by,
so toughin' up will ya?
Don't ya dare start ta cry.
So kiss me, I'm Irish
put one on me bald head,
no it's not time ta go
don't be cartin' off ta bed.
I'll give ya me po' o' gold
with me hands tied behind me back,
wha' would I be able ta do then?
It's true confidence ya do lack.
Don't give up now
this isn't the end,
this wee little leprechaun
only wants ta be ya friend.
Come on, kiss me, I'm Irish
we look good in green,
ain't I the cutest leprechaun
that you'd ever seen?
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2016
Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2016
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