Near a misty stream in Ireland
In the hollow of a tree ...
Live mystical, magical leprechauns
Who are clever as can be.
With their pointed ears,
Turned up toes and little coats of green,
The leprechauns busily make their shoes
And try hard not to be seen.
Only those who really believe
Have seen these little elves,
And if we are all believers
We can surely see for ourselves.