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Pot O'Gold
His Irish eyes were smiling
As cobalt as the sea
His hair was dark as midnight
His stature six foot three
A relation of Prince Carrick
Ruler of the wee and small
You may wonder, "How is this?"
When he's over six feet tall
Well the tale, it is a strange one
Though it's known throughout the land
That the little prince from underground
Did play a dirty hand
For the tall one was his brother
Elder by a jig times four
But the greedy little Carrick
Wanted all he saw and more
So he schemed and then he plotted
And devised a master plan
To steal what was his brothers
And pilfer all the land
Carrick got a magic faery
To cast an evil curse
Only somehow all of it went wrong
And Carrick got the worse
Now his brother was the smart one
So the story still is told
For Brother Quinn found out the plan
And buried all the gold
Ol' Carrick, yes he's ruler
But of a different sort
Prince of Faeries now is he
For he's only two inch short
Yes, Quinn made out the better
Oh, he's happy with his lot
For he'll never have to worry
Since he made off with the pot!
© 2001, Chelle Wood
St. Patrick used the shamrock leaf to symbolize the Trinity, and today many people wear a shamrock to commemorate Saint Patrick's Day.
May you live forever, and may the last words you hear be mine!
-Irish Blessing
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