EARLY ONE ST. PATRICK'S DAY
by Gene Minix
Down by the wee stream
In an old hollow tree
Lived a little leprechaun
Just as clever as could be.
His ears were pointed.
He wore a coat of green.
Had turned up little shoes
And hardly ever was seen.
But early one St. Patrick's Day
I just happened to see.
That wee little man
There by the old oak tree.
He looked at me with a grin.
On his fiddle played a song.
Then in a moment
The wee little man was gone.
Now you don't believe me.
And you're giving me that stare.
Well, just because you haven't seen one
Doesn't mean that he's not there.
If one truly believes
On St. Patrick's Day they just might see.
A wee little man dressed in green
Near an old hollow tree.
© Copyright 2012, by Gene Minix.
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