Joke

Ah, m' lads & lasses! It's the time when All around the world People be wearing the green!

For one day in March Everyone is Irish! Eating corned beef and wearing, "Kiss Me, I'm Irish!"

They dream of the Emerald Isle, In all its lush grandeur Its rolling hills & Celtic roots From Dublin to County Mayo

Ahh, the lovely shamrocks... The lucky four-leaf clovers... The Old Country's all green On St. Patrick's Day!

But we leprechauns know Of what they really dream! Not of cabbage and potatoes Nor of James Joyce or Yeats!

They dream of finding The leprechauns' treasure Our pot of gold At the end of the rainbow!

But they'll never find it, We've hidden it well! So they'll settle for a fiddle And a dance of a jig!

Step dancing and stomping Their own Lords of the Dance River dancing their way To the tune of a tin whistle!

But we leprechauns also know What we true Irish dance for! Sure, we dance for life, And we dance for love...

But most of all, We dance for green beer! (Or root beer for you young ones out there!) So let the celebrating begin!

Erin Go Braugh!