Vaso Visits Ireland
Poetry is the fashion
The pope, the last bastion
Out with the old
In with the aborted
Crowds gather in anticipation
Poet Arthur recites To Patrick's Nation
England you see
Believes in the Orange and the free
They shout and they cheer
His fans are waiting for whiskey dear
Redheads filled with dragon tempers
A delight to Arthur's Kingdom of pleasure
Buried among the Scottish thistle
One day yee shall find the orange rose
that tickles ones fancy
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