There once was a couple that jumped on a plane,
The arrived in land that always had rain.
The skies were all gray and the ground was all green,
It was one of the most beautiful places either had seen.
They jumped in a car and drove on the wrong side of the street,
The people were so friendly, whom ever they did meet.
High into the mountains and low onto the moors,
They criss crossed the country with nary a bore.
They saw castles and churches, cliffs and the sea.
They crashed into a wall and nearly fell into that sea.
An Irish traffic jam they soon were to learn,
Consisted of cows on the road and that didn't take turns.
They fell in love with the country and hope to return soon,
Where they stayed up late and slept until noon.
Hope you have the luck of the Irish all the day,
and at one time find yourself in this land far away.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
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