

the little leprechaunThe little leprechaun I saw a leprechaun Out by the stream I told my mom But it was a dreamthe little leprechaun
I go out again And there he was On a toad stool Covered in moss
I saw my dog Not far away Growling like she
Saw a stray
I watch my dog She makes a crunch The little leprechaun Is gonna be lunch
I grab my dog
And put her inside As the leprechaun Walked away with pride
me

the worst hunt yetthe worst hunt yetthe worst hunt yet
a flying dragon flew in the sky t'was the fiery breath that caught my eye the swooping wings of the frightening beast closing in on its delicious feast
the monster fell down at full speed sinking its teeth into its feed tearing out limbs both arm and leg poor little man who now is dead drinking blood from all the vein doesnt notice a sharp black cane quick as a dash into the neck splattering blood all on the deck
still as a post laid on some wood the last of the dragons is dead as it should yet the dra


the winters snowthe winters snowthe winters snow
white flakes fall from the sky above making the land below into a frozen sculpture.
glittering plants lay still at night animals huddle together
while the icy breeze kills.
the leaf bare tree stands cold as can be the snow covered mountains causing an avalanche.
the frosty path crunching like bones beneath your feat the icicle hangs
like chimes on a tree.
it feels like the sun
has turned its back to the cold hearted cemetary of winter