Alan L. Winters and Faye Sizemore

THE LEPRECHAUN OF SPRINGFIELD

Alan Winters, the Laughing Leprechaun of SpringfieldHe spreads St Paddy’s cheer
To all far and near
Wearing his jaunty hat
He carries his pot of gold
Where it is most needed at
Dancing in his elfish shoes
He spreads to all good news
With his red boyishly cut hair
He is always welcome there
Where children delight at his sight
There will be good dreams tonight
With giggles galore and twinkling eyes
Love enough to make the angels sigh
For precious moments, their pain and disease yield
Pray that he continues to spring eternal
That dear laughing Leprechaun Of Springfield

©Copyright March 14, 2009 by Faye Sizemore

Author’s Note: For Alan Winters, the Laughing Leprechaun of Springfield

Ah my dearest Faye,
You honor me with what you say.
Whether or not these things are true
Is a secret held ‘tween me and you.
But as sure as Irish clover’s green
And Guinness Stout the finest seen,
Know that I be blushing still
Followin’ rainbows cross yonder hill.

Ah, my sweet brother
Your little ditty
Is both
winsome and witty
I do not drink Stout
But still the secrets out
Blush if you will
And toss me a rainbow
from yonder hill…