The Leprecaun
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Newborn Crochet Shamrock Ball Cap
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I caught him at work one day, myself,
In the castle-ditch, where foxglove grows, -
A wrinkled, wizen'd and bearded Elf,
Spectacles stuck on his pointed nose,
Silver buckles to his hose,
Leather apron - shoe in his lap -
"Rip-rap, tip-tap,
Tick-tack-too!
(A grasshopper on my cap!
Away the moth flew!)
Buskins for his son, -
Pay me well, pay me well,
When the job is done!"
The rogue was mine, beyond a doubt.
I stared at him; he stared at me;
"Servant, Sir!" "Humph!" says he,
And pull'd a snuff-box out.
He took a long pinch, look'd better pleased
The queer little Lepracaun;
Offer'd the box with a whimsical grace, -
Pouf! he flung the dust in my face,
And, while I sneezed,
Was gone! *"yellow bird," the yellow-bunting, or yorlin.
For the adorable little leprecauns in your life :). May the luck of the Irish be yours on St. Patty's Day and always!
Om Shanti,
Hafapea
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