O’Reilly needs a scapegoat for damaging the flowerbed.
|(He said ’twas done by Leprechauns,
that damage to her flower bed.
His wife looked him dead in the eye;
O’Reilly turned three shades of red.)
Thus in the tree O’Reilly built
a home for Leprechauns to stay.
I shall believe in Leprechauns—
for me, belief is good today!
He did not hold to superstition;
yet this time he embraced the odd.
O’Reilly came home full of beer,
and through the flower bed he trod.
I drink too much, O’Reilly thought,
and now impatiens I do in.
I’ll feel the ire of my wife
upon my head with rolling pin!
But now the supernatural
can be my lot of saving grace.
I’ll tell my wife what I believe,
and do it with a level face.
(Therefore he had to justify
belief in Leprechauns all right.
He wanted to be sure she knew
that Leprechauns were imps at night.)
Then later on a neighbor called
and asked why he talked to the tree.
“It’s Leprechauns.” O’Reilly said…
"My wife still gets the best of me."