It’s 2 pm on St. Patrick’s Day, and you know what that means!
You’re probably not reading this because you’re out drinking somewhere.
But just in case you’re not, here’s a little poem to bring you some Irish cheer.
You’re probably not reading this because you’re out drinking somewhere.
But just in case you’re not, here’s a little poem to bring you some Irish cheer.
Near a misty stream in Ireland in the hollow of a tree
Live mystical, magical leprechauns
who are clever as can be
With their pointed ears, and turned up toes and little coats of green
The leprechauns busily make their shoes and try hard not to be seen.
Only those who really believe have seen these little elves
And if we are all believers
We can surely see for ourselves.
(Irish Blessing)
Also, if you like to laugh (and who doesn't?) check out this actual news report on a leprechaun sighting. (Hilarious!)
Normally I’m pretty open-minded, but this I just don’t buy.
I did enjoy that super-lifelike sketch though.
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