Woe To Those Leprechauns!
or
Don't mess with Auntie Laura!

Sure and begorrah!
Cried poor Auntie Laura,
Those imps I'll be giving a chase;
They've stole all my baking,
My pies they've been taking,
And left only gold
In their place!

I try to be humble,
But my apple crumble
Is worth more than all of their gold,
And it's no surprise
That those little green guys
Took all of the treats
They could hold.

But you can be betting,
A trap I'll be setting,
They won't get away with their tricks;
I'll bake some surprises,
With gold nugget prizes
That will leave their wee teeth
Full of nicks!

Sure, don't worry a bit,
They 're blessed with great wit,
To help them get past toothy trials,
And on St. Paddy's Day,
They'll be singing away,
With shiny gold caps
In their smiles!
  Edie Batstone