Once I saw this little man,
who came walking into town.
His clothes were green as ivy,
his coat tails hit the ground.

The buckles on his shoes,
was cast from silver ore.
His walking stick of blackthorn
is not something you can ignore.

His hat has a shinny band
of black velvet I believe.
The material of his clothes
was made from a special weave.

Who is this tiny man
that walks around so proud?
Where everyone takes notice
as he stands out in a crowd.

I hear someone call him
a king of his clan.
I think he is a leprechaun
all the way from Ireland.

© Bernard Howe