When a four leaf clover

touches lips you turn to me,

leprechaun eyes shine with glee,

watching from tiny places ready

to buzz the mist with their charm.

When a four leaf clover

touches lips you turn to me,

lips I yearn with all my heart to kiss

with a love I cannot hide

burning from my eyes.

A four leaf clover caught by a breeze

spins around and lightly brushes

two lips you turn to me.

Leprechauns come from magic places

cast a spell over this emerald meadow

where our lips, caught in the enchantment

of leprechaun bliss,

first kissed.

– Gerald A. McBreen