Came a crocodile, with good appetite
took a painful and a generous bite.
Since the leprechaun was Irish, thus green
in the river she was easily seen.
As another big croc came a-swimming
in the city all lights were now dimming.
The leprechaun had, the luck of her clan
left word of her plans with leprechaun man.
And with Irish quick wit and great skill
he had aimed from his Inn’s window sill
with a stout bottle’s thick and green bottom
sent the sun’s rays and finally got ’em.
Then he waited with well-tempered patience
as the Irish are used to sensations
for the wife to get out of the river
and the Publican suffered a shiver.