Hey what's that emerald sheen St Pat
and what's with that funny bowler hat
and why's the beer so green here on this day
I know about your snakeless charm
despite what I hear from Mike Dun Barre
and why'd you not believe in leprechauns

I know you brought them all the Words
and taught them how to praise the Lord
but St Pat you let them use their silver tongues
just listen to father o'connor
when he say's you are a goner
when you sin, well then you really want ter

Which is why the Irish drink
'cause it's such a menial sin
and smoothes the way to you on heaven's road
which is why I'll find a bar
on the seventeeth of march
to lubricate that road to where you are







If writing ever becomes work I think I'm going to have to stop