Irish

“It’s Grand to Be Irish!” That’s what I say.

To be wearin’ the green on St. Paddy’s day.

Drinkin’ the Guinness and comin’ home fluthered,

With a head so sore, I need to be mothered.

Get away with you fairies and leave me alone,

“I’m green as a cabbage,” I say with a moan.

The jackeen in the mirror is me own reflection,

With a tinge of the green to enhance me complexion.

The leprechauns taunt me with a jar of poteen,

A banshee arrives with a howl and a scream,

A terrible sound you’ll not want to hear,

So, I swear off the drink for another whole year.

Give me the shamrocks and pots of gold,

It’s grand to be Irish, or so we’re all told.