'The Little Green Marching Men'

Those little green marching men,
will soon be out again.
St.Patricks'Day,is almost here,
and we can hear them cheer.

With a Keg'O Beer',in hand,
and an Irish-Kilt,
they're all dressed to kill,
as they strike up the band.

The Irish'have always been lucky,
as it is so said,
and they seem,kind of stuckey,
but it's the way that they were bread.

Irishmen have always searched,
for the 'pot of gold'.
Don't know if any have ever found it yet,
but it's a story, always told.

It's at the end of the rainbow,
according to what we know,
but the Leprechaun,has his secrets on that,
you can believe.

So dig out the cabbage,and lets'get started,
cause I'm getting hungry too.
A part of me is Irish,
and I can't wait all day for you.

I'll be watching for the little green men,
because I'm almost, one of them,
except that, I'm a woman,
and I'll be checking them out too,with a grin.