St. Patrick’s day will soon be here.

With that in mind, I sipped green beer.

That little drink went to my head.

I took a pill and went to bed.

Saw Ireland with its grassy hills,

All filled with magic myths and thrills.

A leprechaun, with silly grin,

Motioned to me to come on in.

Leading me to a fairy glen,

He danced a jig, and with a spin,

He let me see his pot of gold

With coins that sparkled bright and bold.

When I dared reach to touch his prize,

He glared at me with flashing eyes.

“This gold belongs to me alone”

“I think it best we journey on.”

We passed by castles tall and grand,

And fields of green spread through the land.

With ancient ruins steeped in lore,

And stories spun in days of yore,

He took me by the ocean’s edge

Where waves were pounding on the ledge.

He told some tales of guts and gore,

Of banshee’s wail and pooka’s roar.

When it came time to say goodbye,

The Leprechaun let out a sigh, 

"Remember things aren’t as they seem.

Your trip to Ireland's just a dream.

Before you went to bed last night

That cup of green beer made you tight." 

"We Leprechauns get in your head.

You can’t believe a word we’ve said.

I’d never really show my gold, 

I’m not so dumb as you’ve been told,

But if you've enjoyed our little trip,

Just have yourself another nip."