What St. Patrick's Day Means to Me  

by
Nick

What's that you say, I'm not an Irish guy
Well neither was St. Patrick and that's no lie

From Ireland he drove the snakes away
And so they created this holiday

Now he's remember each and every year
By folks toasting glasses filled with green beer

I hear its tradition to eat corn beef hash or Irish Stew
But to that this old hound dog has to say P-U

And I told mama definitely no green dog food
That stuff takes a strong stomach and is pretty crude

And whats up with kissing that Blarney Stone
Sounds pretty crazy to me, I'd rather chew my bone

I hear that little green Leprechauns come out at night
Well if one comes across my path I might have to bite

I'll show my patronage by wearing something made of green
That color's good on me, makes me look kind of lean and mean

You see I've got a bit of the Irish fighter in me
And if I'm confronted by a Pit Bull I'll act tough as can be

I also have the charm of the Irish so I've been told
Must be true cuz I'm treasured by mama like a pot of gold

So here's my St. Patrick's day wish
May you all have the luck of the Irish