Catch An Irish Leprechaun A Poem

One day while walking my dog in the park

She stopped, ears perked, and barked

I heard it too, the tone it made

Was coming from a harp

I looked ahead towards the hill

There was this wee little man

Sitting beside a magical tree

Atop a toadstool in the sand

Squinting straining trying to see

Were my eyes just deceiving me

Dressed in a coat and hat of green

I must awaken from this dream

As we got closer to this faerie folk

I poked my dog with glee

If we could capture this little man

Think how rich we would be

Drawing near him so quietly

We were close, almost to the tree

The music stopped abruptly

Oh no he was going to flee

Eyes wide open full of surprise

He jumped down off his stool

Picked up his harp, ready to depart

Grabbing his pot of gold

Before he fled he laughed at us

Tee he, ye can’t catch me

Three wishes ye shall never have

As captured I will never be

Before he faded in the distance

I heard him boldly yell

Don't bother trying to follow me

Tis me gold, tee he, tee he, tee he