I have a friend his name is Sean.
He's a red headed Leprechaun.
He drinks Irish whiskey, and dances jigs,
He gets into fights though he's not very big.
He makes his home in a hollow tree,
Right next door to some honey bees.
Three feet nothing if he's an inch,
But he's a good friend in a pinch.
Got a pot of gold hidden away,
He says he's saving for a rainy day.
Speaks in Gaelic most of the time,
Some things he says should be a crime.
A bundle of dynamite in a little frame,
You'll never ever, forget his name.
He is my friend, and his name is Sean,
Sean the red headed Leprechaun.
9/26/10 Alton Texas
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