The Spirit of St. Paddy

THE SPIRIT OF ST. PADDY

'Ole Paddy's a Saint 'tis said.
With a shamrock and cap on his head.
His size not too portly
In fact he's quite "shortly"
He'd rather take drink than bread.

March brings his spirit alive
Drinking, and singing and jive.
The bars will be full
And senses thus dulled
We pray they don't drink and then drive.

Green as Himself they will be
When daylight descends, oh gee!
Now time for work
They'll think, "What a jerk!"
And wish they had only had tea.