Hooray hooray
For St. Paddy's day
When from my nose
Green beer does spray
Why so? Says you
Don’t act so crude
But Leprechauns
Just scare me good
I ordered a spud
In an Irish pub
And guess who shows up
With me grub?
He startled me
So I flung him, see
He stuck to the screen
Of the pub TV
And now whenever
We watch TV weather
The sun shines through
His cap with a feather
And his wooly sweater
And his pants of leather
This is not getting better
Peel ‘im off, lads, peel ‘im off…
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