I’m sure that we diddle
I’m sure that we jig
This giddy nation of drinkers
Isn’t that what you think ?
Look closer my friends
And you will all know it
We are a nation of thinkers
A flock of mad poets.
This drunken haze is just a play
To help some of us through the day.
We have tales of warriors and faerie child
Beckett, Yeats and Oscar Wilde
So don’t dismiss us as Leprechauns of old
Or we’ll hit you on the head with our pots of gold.
(C) Slumpless
