Last night we trapped a leprechaun who sneaked inside our door
We knew we’d snagged the elfin thief when we heard his squeaky roar.
I tip toed downstairs carefully, prepared to call my niece
Who’d showed me how to snare a sprite; she rigged it piece by piece.
“We’ve got him now,” I thought I’d say. “The naughty gnome is here.”
But when I peeked inside the trap, the puck had disappeared.
I checked around quite carefully; I looked under the door
But I didn’t find a single thing I hadn’t seen before.
And when I took a closer peek I found he’d been quite bold
He even took the lure we’d used — a penny painted gold.
He must have been quite startled as he sprinted with his loot
’cause he left behind a perfect trail of prints made by his boot.
I caught a faint voice echo from the shadow that I saw
“I’ll see you next year, blarney lass, Ha! Ha! Erin Go Bragh!”
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, from Molly, Erin and Me.