'Tis your pot of gold
We give it to you
With all of our love
And happiness too

The sparkle resembles
Your bright Irish eyes
That twinkle with beauty
Like stars in the sky

For you are the reason
This gold has a glow
A picture of beauty
Believe us we know

Your heart is so precious
Your spirit is grand
With luck of the Irish
We're at your command.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright February 7, 2004