Once cotch a Leprechawn.

He grabbed him be the scruff so hard,

The little crather swore,

That if bowld Larry'd let him go,

He should be poor no more!

"Just look behind ye Larry dear,"

Screeched out the chokin' elf,

"There's hapes of goold in buckets there,

It's all for Larry's self!

If Larry lets the little man