There once was a little leprechaun
who was short, very tricky and green
No one could catch this leprechaun
for, he was seldom ever seen
He played a magical wooden flute
that, at times would fill the air
You could sometimes hear the music he played
even though he was not there
They say that leprechauns live in hollowed out trees
just inside the forests edge
But, we'll never know exactly where
for, that's part of their sacred pledge
To hide from every person in sight
whether they...be young or old
That's the only way to hide away
their great big pot of gold
So, if you hear some music playing
within the forest green
Just know it could be that leprechaun
who is seldom ever seen
Such a beautiful poem is this that I feel privileged to read it. Fantastic!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed reading it. Please read my poems SAINT PATRICK'S DAY and THE GRAVEYARD. Thanks.