I met a crazy leprechaun
who didn't want his gold
He was puffing on a pipe
and said he was 400 years old

I don't believe in four leaf clovers
They bring me bad luck
And if I see any more of those lucky charms
I will

I thought he was a madman
After hearing what he said
I asked him if leprechauns still gave wishes
That's when his face got red

I don't grant wishes anymore
So don't ask me none
But then he changed his mind
And said I could ask for one

I said I'd like to leave this place
And be richer than when I came
then...

he was gone
Only his hat and the gold remained

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