There’s an island in the ocean
Where you’ll meet some little men -
And I know just where you’ll meet them -
In a green and hidden glen.
So grab your coat and follow me.
I’ll take you to the place.
Be prepared to be surprised though
When you see a bearded face.
They’re mischievous little creatures -
Well, that’s what I’ve been told,
But we could play a trick on them:
When they’re busy counting gold.
We’ll take along this fishing net
And capture them inside:
Oh, we’re not the only people who
For certain will have tried.
They will struggle to escape the net,
And I’m sure they’ll not succeed,
But those who’ve caught them tell me that
They know just how to plead.
They’ll offer you three wishes
So consider what you’d like:
Perhaps some brand new trainers,
Or a powerful mountain bike?
Oh - capturing poor leprechauns?
No, it’s really rather cruel,
So it’s best to only think of this
And read my poem at school.
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