Chasing a Leprechaun

Through thickened woods and thorny brush I chased the elf in silenced hush Around intoxicating pines And mossy-covered hanging vines Taking care to mark the way With petals dropped from rose bouquet My distance safe from prying eyes And forest creatures’ wilding cries I stalked the fairy to his lair With visions of the gold we’d share I’d lie in wait and pounce at will And marvel at my stealthy skill Finally, his hideaway Nestled deep in green decay Nothing left to do but wait And dream about my wealthy fate The leprechaun began his work Upon his face, the strangest smirk But still he toiled with tools and nails Evoking lovely olden tales He cut and stitched a dozen shoes The crafty work, a clever ruse For soon his suit of green did fade Together with his sly charade The tap, tap, tap, a lullaby Beneath the starry moonlit sky My dreams of fortune quickly gone Replaced by sunny rays of dawn The cagey man was smart and swift And left me with a parting gift A pair of shoes so shrewdly soled With dazzling heels of gleaming gold