In a tiny house hidden in the wood
A jolly old elf lived simple and good.
His home near the tree
Surrounded by moss
Hid the riches below
And the rainbow across.
Only he knew of it, mischief on his face
Of how magically live it was in that place.
Leprechaun, Leprechaun with no need for more
Since the secret of life lived behind his own door.
It wasn’t any riches and gold from above.
It was spirit and light and happy and love.
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