Off I went to Ireland to find the family Castle;
On a jet plane across the sea it was a real hassle.
Greens, of shamrocks, four leaf clovers, and drinking wine.
An Irishman worth his salt seeking rainbows of gold and lime.
To visit Limerick in one weeks vacation only in a rhyme!
Tradition saith:" An Irishman must kiss the Blarney stone!"
None but those who have been there might have known;
To be blessed you must hang upside down held by your heels!
Have to have Irish blood a drink to know how it feels.
Poor guys holding me were tiny dudes in distress,
I myself six foot three a little lightheaded must confess!
The greens, the yellow greens,misty brooks sounds of crickets.
And there stood a little man shadowed beneath the wickets!
Upon a log of frogs and tiny pebbles a leprechaun now sitting.
To have a brew with him seems at the time quite fitting!
Off it was in foggy slime in search to find the family abode.
Only sad to say just rocks today smashed upon the road!
On Sunday it was we tried to find the city magistrate;
But you see no one works on the Lord's day just a bit too late.
A drunk said, "Irish don't work Sunday's,Mondays---great!"
So to see the family castle the day I die I must wait,
As the Petticoat Dictator of English blood doesn't share my pride,
So all those gathered airmail miles from me she does hide!