St. Patrick was an Irishman,
A nice guy, for a saint,
He drove a big long limozeen,
And hauled around green paint,

Each March around the seventeenth,
He'd get his best paintbrush,
And paint the lines on Chicago's roads,
From State street down to Rush,

One day as he was painting,
the zoo at Lincoln Park,
He saw old Moses near the gate,
A' workin' on an Ark,

"Hey Moe," said good old Paddy,
"Just why you need that boat?"
Moses said, "Pat, the floods a' comin'
So I need this thing to float,"

St. Pat he started painting,
that Ark an Irish green,
And when it dried it was the prettiest,
Ark you've ever seen,

Old Moses went into the zoo,
And threw open the bars,
So out streamed all the animals,
To walk free under the stars

The monkeys and the badgers,
And the rhinos and the bears,
All marched over to Moses' ark,
And climbed right up the stairs

Well pretty soon the ark was fuller,
Than a Midway Airport jet,
Moses cried to Patrick,
"We ain't done the snake house yet!"

Patrick said, don't worry Moe,
Sure as my blood is green,
I'll drive the snakes from Chicago,
In my green limozeen.

Now some say it was Ireland,
Not some Chicago park,
And some say it was Noah,
Was the one who built the ark,

But I say it was Patrick,
Who saved the snakes that day,
So snakes now fill up all the bars,
On each St. Patrick's Day

All the Best,
Mike


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