Of serpents and reptiles—toads, tadpoles and frogs—
But a saint of our day shows a far greater wonder—
For good Father Matthew’s got alcohol under!
St. Patrick did well—and we give him a glass
Of pure cold water—so round let it pass!
We drink to his name—’tis a bright one in story,
And, wreathed with green shamrock, shines ever in glory;
For if we will read the old legend aright,
The reptiles he vanquished so bravely in fight
Were druidical monsters—dark errors and crimes—