I remember when I was little, and Saint Patty's day would arrive. I would go out looking, searching for the wee folk.
I would search and search and search, but through no amount of searching did a little man I ever see.
I would search during recess, magnifying glass in hand trying to find tiny foot prints. Teachers and realatives and my freinds would join me, nothing did we ever see.
I'd set up fake pots of gold, just to catch a glimps of those clever little leprechans and their fairy freinds. No creature did come calling and I'd be left to search again. Looking for the Leprechans, those wee little men
I know they must be hiding, hiding from me. I don't know why, I wouldn't take their gold for it does not belong to me. I wonder if I met one would he be friends with me?
I have not gone seeking for many years, but maybe when Saint Patty's day rolls around again, if I go out looking, I may find tiny men.
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