A little old man in a green top hat,
stopped by my house with a tip and a tap.
I heard the whip of a strong north wind,
and whispered, look over there my friend!
As I sat on the step, I stopped and looked over,
and there, I spied a four leafed clover.
I imagined his face, this jolly old elf.
And looked at the clover, quite proud of my self!