'Twas the night before St. Patrick's Day, not a creature was stirring.. except maybe Rusty!
Jack had decked out the living room with shamrocks and glitter galore,
carefully setting a trap on the living room floor.
The milk was put out on the table with care,
with the hopes that the wee Irishman would leave his mark there.
Then off to bed went Jack, Molly and Tim,
visions of golden coins and a possible sighting of "him".
But in the dark of the night there arose such a clatter,
Rusty was afoot, that must be the matter!
The dog must have snuck in and startled the lad,
ate all the chocolate...oh how very, very sad!
But what was was left in the clever trap Jack had set?
Oh my, a wee little hat and one coin Jack could get.
The chocolate the Leprechaun left was all gone
Rusty was surely going to leave a mess on our lawn!
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