As I walked out upon the green
When the morning was still pale
I saw a wee small leprechaun
A dancing on the swale
He was hopping high and bowin' low
And gaily dancéd he
And I stopped and asked that I might know
What made him dance so free! And he said,

Chorus: (Very rapidly):

Fluffy marshamallows and crescent moons,
beautiful rainbows,and red balloons,
Pretty green clovers and pale pink hearts
Cups of sweet cane and some small pink hearts
I ate them all madly and they went to me brain
And it makes all my limbs flop and drives me insane

Well, GG, as Frank Sinatra said, sometimes you git the bear, and sometimes...