Tiger Town frenzy, green with envy, the wee people merge,
Wearing of the green, what a scene, you’re on the verge.
The view is stunning, in the running, use the goat path,
smooth as glass, killing the grass, do the math.
Help Our Brothers Out, leave no doubt, let’s hear some chatter,
Not much crust, lots of dust, what’s the matter.
Rat-A-Tat-Tat, at the bat, regret is forever,
Riddle me this, in the abyss, off to never, never.
Be a beacon, not to weaken, right ye be,
Thoughts to render, wait for the ender, ASAP!
There’s rockers, take the car or come as a walker, the County of Cork,
If you should bail, have a yard sale, don’t be a dork!
Waddlers and bounders, I’m not in Founders, trying to be nice,
Halcyon Days, soak in the rays, roll the dice.
The secret lies with Charlotte, nights are starlit, high and dry,
In like Flynn, hope you win, in the bulls eye.
Look at the cut of ye, could be you or me, sound as a bell,
Listen to the ground hog, among the scrog is where I dwell.
The Emerald Isle, you’ve got style, waves of Kelly Green,
Celtic glory, what's your story, form a routine.
