It’s
A great day to be Irish
Alas for the lesser folk:
It’s a day for finding Leprechauns,
And the telling of Irish jokes.
It’s a day for Celtic music,
Hats off to all things green…
It’s a day for Irish coffee
And the kiss of a sweet colleen.
It’s a day for Irish dancers,
The scrape of a fiddle tune,
The clink of another round, me boys,
Til dawning fades the moon.
We’ve mythic tales and history,
Poetry so theatric:
It drapes the past in mystery,
That glorifies Saint Patrick.
With the green grass beneath us,
And pine trees overhead,
It’s a day to visit the Blarney Stone,
Or maybe a pub instead.
The slow,
Unfolding green of spring,
New shamrocks being made,
The yearly returning of everything
That grows within the glade.
It’s a wonderful world God made us,
With greens on every hand:
And clear it is the Lord Himself
Finds this His favorite land.
The cycle of life itself declares
It’s time for a celebration…
So, here’s to spring,
And our lucky selves,
And the Fabulous Irish Nation!
But, if you be not Irish,
Still give us a stalwart smile,
And think how much better a soul you’d be,
If you’d sprung from that Emerald Isle!