Sean The Leprechaun

I have a friend his name is Sean. He's a red headed Leprechaun. He drinks Irish whiskey, and dances jigs, He gets into fights though he's not very big. He makes his home in a hollow tree, Right next door to some honey bees. Three feet nothing if he's an inch, But he's a good friend in a pinch. Got a pot of gold hidden away, He says he's saving for a rainy day. Speaks in Gaelic most of the time, Some things he says should be a crime. A bundle of dynamite in a little frame, You'll never ever, forget his name. He is my friend, and his name is Sean, Sean the red headed Leprechaun. 9/26/10 Alton Texas