This is a re-post for St. Pats. day.



A Hip And A Hop And A Tally Ho

With a Hip and a Hop and a Tally Ho,
This wee happy elf tipped his hat,
Would he be friend or would he be foe?
I knew not the answer to that.

So I hid behind bushes and followed the bloke ,
As he whistled a jolly old tune.
Then he sucked on his pipe and blew out the smoke,
And his mouth wrinkled up like a prune.

Now he kicked at the twigs as he hurried along,
And his pointed hat slid to the side.
He stopped dead in his tracks and then looked around,
As I slipped behind bushes to hide.

But clever was he, this jolly wee elf.
And he soon disappeared from view.
I searched and searched in spite of myself,
Now what was I expected to do?

Well, I walked on the path that lead to my home,
When I got there the door was ajar.
I stepped inside to find him there alone,
Pouring a beer at my bar.

Now look here lad, we've had our play,
But I've not invited you here.
"My lady dear, fear not I say,
I wont be back till next year."

So he tipped back his glass and announced his go,
Then with a wink of his eye.
With a Hip and a Hop and a Tally Ho,
We both waved a fond good bye.

Floria