THE WEE FOLK

THE WEE FOLK

Time for a celebration and the wearin' of the green!
Let me tell you a tale about the wee folk I've seen.
You may think it's a bit of blarney but I swear it's true,
the wee folk have a pot o' gold and it is found by few.

We had a bit of rain but the sun came out to shine
and along with that, a rainbow, with colors devine!
I almost stepped upon the lad, dressed all in green
but he leaped to one side, hoping he was not seen.

I knew that if I caught him, he had to give up his gold
so I pursued the little one who looked to be very bold.
Quick as a wink, I grabbed him by his green britches,
and I laughed so hard, his wailing put me in stiches!

"Don't weep" I said, "there's naught I want from you
but a blessing and perhaps, a shamrock or two.
You can keep your gold, but won't you let me see
a parade of the leprechauns, if the wee folk agree!"

"Put me down and I'll grant your wish for a parade,
you'll find plenty shamrocks growing in the shade!"
With that promise, I set him down and let him flee -
I sat on the turf to wait, a parade would come to me!

The wee folk are a crafty lot, but this one kept his word,
the laughter of a thousand leprechauns soon was heard!
As they passed by, they tipped their hats with a smile,
and gave me a shamrock to wear, so I would be in style!

I love the hills of Ireland and i will not forget the day
I caught myself a leprechaun, then let him get away.
The memories of the wee folk will live on forevermore;
I'll think of them whenever there's a rainbow on the moor.

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!

Countrymom
3/11/09











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