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LEPRECHAUN MAGIC ‘Tis on the Emerald Isle of Ireland, where the Leprechauns play. There’s one old bearded grumpy one, that guards Irish gold both night and day. ~ Do you think it’s odd he’d be so cranky, when he gets no sleep at all. A lesser elfin cobbler out of their own self made shoes would fall. ~ He can brandish no sort of weapon, must guard it with his wit but I’ve ne’er heard of a soul on earth, who’s got his hands on it. ~ ‘Tis said he has a special kind of shamrock kept close within his vest. and has been chosen by the Emerald Isle as a Leprechaun, their best. ~ With a wave of that green shamrock he and gold both disappear. As you think you get a glimpse of him he pops up a hundred miles from here. Monty
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