A leprechaun must find a place
To live where none can see his face.
Just now and then, not all the time,
A leprechaun who’s in life’s prime
Must hide his secrets out of sight…
A place away from too much light.
Sometimes it’s underneath a tree…
A home that would be hard to see.
Sometimes it’s underneath a stairs…
Inside a place where no one cares
To really look, or sit, or play…
And hard to notice day to day.
But sometimes, too, it can be true
That someone builds a home brand new,
For leprechauns to sleep and rest…
With hearth and table! Just the best!
I tell you this because I know
That this can certainly be so.
My Uncle Wink built Me a home,
Which keeps me safe after I roam!
I’m happy you read this today.
God bless you is what I do say! (See Footnote #9)