To be a real leprechaun
and have a pot of gold.
To be able to enjoy the music
and not be left out in the cold.

Their life of enjoyment
can be seen in their face.
To be a living leprechaun
Is something I can embrace.

Their little deeds of mischief
And the matching of their wit.
And a toast of Irish whiskey
to make this seem legit.

I'd love to be a leprechaun
So life can be a treasure.
I know that I would love this
beyond any kind of measure.

Dancing in the moonlight
and hiding in the flowers.
The weeks are so carefree
that days seem like hours.

From a thousand shades of green
that's called the emerald isle.
I know the life of merriment
is really quite worthwhile.

To be a living leprechaun
is something of what I dream.
For if I really was one,
I would be held in high esteem.

Bernard P. Howe
Author -- February 01, 2001