Disclaimer None of it's mine.

Author's Note: This is a limerick, a form of Irish poetry. The rhyming pattern is A, A, B, B, A. I wrote it for a St. Patrick's Day challenge on HPANA and it did very badly. But that's okay. And this might not seem like HP but it is. Leprechauns appear in HP so it totally counts.

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There once was a jolly little leprechaun
Who had none of his green clothes on
His hat upon his head
For all his clothes were red
The other leprechauns wished he were dead.

The leprechaun at the pub ate venison and deer
And drank good old-fashioned Irish beer
He went out in the night
When the sky was oh-so-light
And drank his beer right here.

Now the leprechaun is all alone
He's dancing 'round the Blarney stone
Tripping and falling
Yelling and calling
Irish folk songs of his own.

Picks a four leaf clover and holds it in his hand
To put behind his ear so it looks so mighty grand
It would not match the red
The color of the dead
He braided some more clovers together to form a wedding band

To be offered to his girleen
Her hair with such a sheen
Irish dancing on the wall
Hoping you will never fall
Adore that beauty queen

To hold a silver horseshoe
Don't tip it for its luck's new
It'll leak away
As soon as you can say
How beautiful is the sky's blue

The leprechaun loves a truffle
Loves the noise and the kerfuffle
He steals a whole plate
Stays up and eats them late
Trying hard his delight to muffle

The leprechaun falls into sleep
A sleep so deep
He awoke the next morning
His head seemin' torning.
With a headache from his raucous Saint Paddy's Day, the sheep.