She loves to sit in the shamrocks,
the ones I have in a big green pot.
There to stare at the early flowers,
warmed by the sun in a favorite spot.
With her eyes so bright and green,
a most contented cat is she,
Sitting there in the shamrocks,
with eyes as green as the Irish Sea.
She'll wear a bright green ribbon,
come this St. Patrick's Day,
And she'll sit among the shamrocks,
in her sweet, but regal sort of way.
And upon her shamrocked throne,
she'll day dream for a little while,
Of one of her past lives long ago,
Queen McCat of the Emerald Isle.
copyright 2000 by Roland Ricker
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