Twas a blustery day
On St. Patty’s
I went looking for my Pot O’Gold
All the way to Tipperary
I brought me Bud’s
And me other friend Rheingold
When at last
I was feeling a wee weary
And the trail seemed to be getting quite cold
Named Lil’ Bit of Luck
Suddenly left me quite cheery
The Lil’ Lad said in a vision
You must hurry!
Before the last ticket is sold!
Dancing a jig
That he called
He swore my Jackpot
Was on the other side
Of the Rainbow
Straightaway I ran just as fast as I could!
Scraping my legs from the thorns in the thicket
When Holy Begorrah!
Stood a fabulous Rainbow
And from a Tree Branch
There was dangling a ticket!
All Night I dreamed of exorbitant riches!
Of new cars! A big house! And some new fancy britches!
I could barely wait to buy the Daily News
Propelling me awake from my slumber!
I was aghast
As I soon discovered
The Lotto results had uncovered
I had not even hit one blasted number!