fooled again

A poem in aabb

I was rudely awoken, one day from my nap

by a curious sound of continuous taps.

Under the ferns, he was making some shoes,

the noise was the hammer the leprechaun used.

I grabbed him gently, I thought that was best,

caught him firmly by his little vest.

"Okay, you win, you get the gold.

Let me go first, release your hold!"

I said, "no way, I know your tricks."

Then hung him up, in a tree, on a stick.

'What is the secret? I want to know,

where is your gold, beneath the rainbow?"

"First close your eyes, tight as can be,

just believe in the gold, then you will see!"

I did what he said, silly to trust,

opened my eyes, saw his trail in the dust.