Dedicated To My Friend John Flanagan. Happy St. Patty's Day.

The Wild Irish Rover

There was a wild rover
Flanagan by name
found a four leaf clover
and never was the same.
They say when he found it
was a life changin dae
the Wee Folk around it
were just waitin to play.

And the Wild Irish Rover
was enchanted that dae.
Inspired by the clover
to wander away.

He wandered to the South
then North, East and West
he could not stop travlin
not knowin which was best.
His poor heart grew weary
and his two feet were sore.
His Irish eyes were teary
yet he wandered some more.

And the Wild Irish Rover
dreamed of Wee Folk at night.
He threw away the clover
hoping things would be right.

Wee folk reacted to losin their hold
They took Flanagan prisoner
in a shockin move bold.
Deep in the forest enchantment begins.
The Rover found his new home
among his wee fairy friends.

And he dances round the camp fire
when Erin's moon is high.
To his long, wanderin daes
Flanagan said goodbye.

Stayin until more like them he looks
and in enchanted retirement
he begins to write books.
As a great author he spends his daes
eatin fruit from the tall trees
and with Wee Folk he plays.

And the Wild Irish Rover
found his callin at last.
No longer so restless
forgettin wanderins passed.