We nearly caught a Leprechaun

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.