From the far reaches of my memory
there comes an image from my past.
It seems like only yesterday
that this memory had been cast.

I was just a young lad
who enjoyed to laugh and smile.
I remember getting this box
all the way from the emerald isle.

Inside was filled with magic
Shamrocks moist and green.
I could not believe my eyes
for what I've just seen.

I kept looking for a leprechaun
as I know they live there too.
For my aunt sent me the shamrock's
and I hoped maybe a lep or two.

I slept with that box that night
and hoping to catch a glimpse.
I wanted to see a leprechaun
or at least some tiny nymphs.

I checked that box ever day
hoping that they would show.
But as I grew up and older
a special luck they did bestow.

For an Irishman and his shamrock's
and his love of the emerald isle.
With all its myth and legends
made all my dreams worthwhile.


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