The Irish In Us All

Eyes of green,

hair, flaming red,

face, adorned with freckles,

a smile to light any day or night.

Dancing in the street,

parties late into night,

the color green,

worn like a badge of honor.

St. Patty would be proud,

that all races, cultures become Irish,

where tomorrow,

they become themselves once more.

Today, all ye Irish, English, Germans, Italians,

French, Scots, Indians, Black and White alike,

fill up on green beer and get bolloxed,

and cry happily, “The top of the day to ye.”

Leprechauns this day with trickster ways,

and that Pot O’Gold at rainbow’s end,

all fables to be sure,

rise up in merriment with good time for all.

Guh n’ayr’ee an tah leath:

“May luck rise to you.”