I have seen a leprechaun underneath my bed.
I'm not lying to you... I swear I did...
I thought they only existed in books that I read,
Yet he lives there underneath me instead.
He comes out during the night...
And sits on the corner of where I sleep.
Swaying his feet between the skirt,
Yet doesn't make a single peep.
He stares at my sleeping face,
With his crooked grin.
And enters into my dreams...
With an embrace within.
I feel his grip on me...
As his green sharp nails touch me...
They travel from my nose to my forehead.
And clenches my mental telepathy.
When night is almost over...
And he's about to go back underneath my bed,
He kisses my lips with a minty sparkle,
And grazes a leaf upon my head.