Today, all the world is Irish,
At least that's what they say,
India seems warm and dusty,
India seems warm and dusty,
And far from Galway Bay.
Even here in Mumbai,
I guess that is the case,
But tell that to my rickshaw man,
As he runs his dodge 'em race.
I actually have Irish blood,
Coursing through my veins,
And, today, I'm wearing green,
So pinchers, please refrain
I rarely drink a frothy beer,
Newcastle eludes me every time,
And Guiness I have never found,
Someone hoards them as sublime.
So I'll toast the Saint of Ireland,
With a lesser spirit choice,
And, along with all the Irish folk,
And newly Irish, I'lll rejoice.
India's great on celebrations,
There are holidays galore,
They embrace those of all nations,
And seem to relish even more.
I've been often to the UK,
But have never seen that special isle,
Let's hope I'll sip some Irish whiskey,
And linger, sometime, for awhile.
Hope everyone has or had a wonderful St. Patrick's Day,
depending on where in the world you are.
