I tossed back a green beer and a black frog stout with my friend Judy this evening – in true American style. St. Paddy’s probably rolling in his grave when we roll out the green kolsh barrels in remembrance of our Irish grand-daddies.
Your history is oft forgot
but your name is remembered throughout the years
and though a leprechaun you’re not
you leave us the riches of friendly, “cheers!”