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.