Turning Green By Del Abe Jones

The wearing of the green And the drinking of green beer Even a river dyed to green To signify this day is here. Looking for the Blarney Stone To give it a big kiss But watch it for those Blarney Stones They sometimes are, amiss! The search for a four leaf clover To bring us that Irish luck And the swing of a shellaly With which, you could be struck. Started out as religious Then it came to the USA Now, it's a day to party In the true American way. And no matter what your history It seems, at least for awhile Everybody turns to Irish Though not all, do it with style. But, most will have a good time Some, will rue the day they were born As they may actually turn green When they awaken the next morn.

Copyright ©  Del Abe Jones 2009

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