Goin' for the (Pot o') Gold

They say St. Paddy drove the snakes
From Ireland's fair shores,
To where the lion sleeps at night;
O-wee-mo-way - he snores!

There's nothing on the TV now
But the St. Paddy's Day parade
Where a green and sparkling spotted cow
Yields pitchers of limeade.

We might as well be out and bold
While the weather's warm and bright
We'll never find that pot of gold
Lest a rainbow shines at night.

I've seen a rainbow in the sky
Against a field of stars.
T'was NASA's, though - don't ask me why.
The gold's now housed on Mars.