To M and K
We have a little Leprechaun
Who sits upon the shelf,
He tells us most everything
For he's an Irish elf.
He loves to talk and give advice
And tells us what to do,
We know he's kissed the Blarney Stone
For he even mentioned you.
He said you girls had studied hard
So you'd have passing grades,
He even said we'd never find
Two lovelier Irish maids.
We asked him what we could do
To show we really cared,
He said, "Sure, I've just the thing
That's waitin' to be shared."
He up and danced an Irish jig
Then - Lo and Behold!
He picked something green as shamrocks
Out of his Pot of Gold.
"Send these to Michele and to Kim
Tell each she's an Irish queen,
Hamilton wasn't Irish himself
But he does look good on green."
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This poem was given to me and my sister Michele at the end of a school year by Aunt Margie. She included $10, which of course was something green with a picture of Hamilton on it. What a great way to end the school year... a beautiful poem and a gift of money.
