St. Patty''s Day has been around,
For a long, long time.
As children hunt for treasures
While they are in their prime.
Dreaming of each Pot of Gold
Where by the rainbow ends
Finding riches, in a place
Where fantasy - begins.
The "spying" little leprecauns
Amongst the blooming beds,
Sprightly prancing in the yard,
Where daisies raise their heads
Oh, welcome home the fantasy
Where lies each Pot of Gold
"To the top of every morning"
As, new fantasies unfold.
