A Pot of Gold

In a land of farethee well
a gust of rain and a little hail

after which a band of colors rose
o know a bueatiful rainbow

We shall chase it to the end
and find a lepercaun my friend

lets build a bridge of stepping stone
an easy walk faster if we run

at the end all those pots of gold
one for each thats chases the rainbow

follow me to the end
for you are  a rich man