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Happy St. Patrick's Day

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Just because I’m not from the Emerald Isle
Doesn’t mean I can’t wear green.
Just because I prefer baked lasagna
With meatball and extra tomatoes
Over corned beef and cabbage
And don’t eat plain meat with potatoes doesn’t mean
I haven’t seen shillelaghs, shamrocks, and leprechauns.

My favorite priest was Father O’Brien,
And my best friends were Peggy, Megan, Sean, and Ryan.
So, I do know something about Ireland.
They re the ones that know little about Italy.
If you ask they’ll say,
Africa is part of Sicily.

Over the rainbow with a pot of gold
While singing an Irish Lullaby,
If you catch a Leprechaun I’m told,
He’ll do anything to shy away from granting you a wish.
What would you ask him for and why?
If he granted me a wish,
I’d ask him to make me Irish.

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