Tuesday, March 15, 2011

On Leprechauns - Day 3

The Legend of the Leprechaun
By Sheri Amon

Oh, the leprechaun, a mysterious fellow,
An Irish fairy he be.
An unfriendly sort who keeps to himself,
A miserly fellow is he.

Making shoes for his living, not a bit does he spend,
Instead stores it all in a pot.
At the end of the rainbow his hiding place is,
And to find it will bring you good luck.

If you happen to hear a shoemaker's hammer,
tis the sound that a leprechaun makes.
Find him and corner him,
he'll tell you his secret,
If a stare you can maintain.

Look not away for this fairy is tricky,
He'll attempt to sway your glance.
Gone will he be, look away for a moment,
And you'll lose your one only chance.

1 comment:

Lynda Halliger Otvos (Lynda M O) said...

What a cute rhyme for my Tuesday, Cita-Phiddy-gal. Thanks. Here’s to a glorious Spring filled with green growth, red sunsets, cool verdant mornings and enough bounty to keep us busy all thru these upcoming days. I love you.

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