A True Saint
by Thomas K. HuntThere once was a lad named Patrick
A Pisces through and true
Born on three seventeen
In a year, way before you
Grew to be a saintly gent
He still bent an arm or two
Most nights, you could find him
In a pub called the Irish Stew
Ohhh, McCready, McMillan, O'Grady, and Sean
Partied with Patrick way beyond dawn
Patrick was generous; he showed them his green
He picked up the tab for everything
The holiest of holy's
All stand for class
Patrick's in the pub
All raise your glass
Cheers to Saint Patrick
Wear your green, enjoy the day
Thanks to St Patrick, it's a holiday
03/11/2007