There was an Irish farmer and his name was Duff McGill
He spent his days out in the fields- content he was- UNTIL
The day he heard a tap, tap, tap- He knew his luck had shifted
A Leprechaun was in his trap- a prize the God’s had gifted
He hardly could believe it- T’was infeasible to think
That all his dreams would soon come true in just one spritely blink
He snatched the little fellow up and held him in his hand.
He leaned in close- spoke loud and slow so he would understand
“Just grant me my three wishes, sir- and I will set you free!”
And just like that each wish came true just as Duff did decree
He wished for Fame- Enormous Growth- A Throne on Which to Sit
Then POOF the Leprechaun was gone- Three Wishes- That was it
Now Duff is famous- that’s for sure- Yes people stop and stare
They can’t believe the growing size of Duffy’s derriere
And even with a Golden Throne he has no place to sit
For Duffy’s rump- big as a barge- just simply will not fit!
Janie Lazo 2017 All rights reserved
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