The Sullivan Sisters will lead the parade,
St. Patrick’s Day traditions will soon be displayed.
Whippers and zippers and maybe some slippers,
Practice makes perfect for all you trippers.
Hocus-Pocus are the words, Mumbo-Jumbo for the birds,
Hoity-Toity has the nerve, treasure hunters come in herds.
My spot in the rotation is of the utmost importance,
I’m on the warning track, I’m using my endorphins.
The fight for the cross was a great testimonial,
Reinstalling it will be truly ceremonial.
It’s better safe than sorry, alleviate the worry,
St. Patrick’s Day fun, a parade at one, show us your scurry.
I spy with my little eye, using caution as I go,
Be vigilant in your quest, pester power to and fro.
Don’t upset the apple cart, enough is enough,
I’d like to be notified of all this McStuff.
You must be alert, batten down the hatches,
I’m as mad as a hatter, don’t play with matches.
But OZ never did give nothin’ to the tin man,
The Killian, kiss and cry, it’s part of the game plan.
As pure as the driven snow, form your group of vipers,
Avoid the larger frenzy, a whirlwind of pipers.
Panic stations, the call of the wild,
Pop goes the weasel, the heart of a child.
When EF talks, people listen,
Come hear me roar, I will not glisten.
This riddle is bomb proof, my dear Camelot,
You may face the crux on your way to the top.
Rows and rows of apple trees, if I only had a heart,
Please don’t break the axle while pushing the ox cart.
It is what you don’t expect that most needs looking for,
Beware of the ides of March, get into your explore.
The desert sheep, majestic beast and oh look at those horns,
Check out the feat and get on those feet, your quest is what forewarns.
Set your Timex or Rolex to just one o’clock,
Then walk in the parade, beware of the Shamrock.
Keep that chin up and build that bridge,
When looking for ground zero, I’m not far from the ridge.
I’m the eye in the sky, I can read your mind,
Shiver me timbers, get me out of this bind.