An Irishcache is a funny t'ing,
Sometimes low and sometimes 'll swing,
Deceptive and evasive,
And sometime in your face-ive.
Now cachers have the self-same knack,
So we never have a lack
Of caches out layin' around --
At least, that's what I've found.
We'll select them, and get them
With ev'ry cachery wile.
And sign their log in colors
Of Brazen Irish guile.
So if the find is slow to show
Where in the rocks it lays
And if the cedar's empty
Where you're sure it ought to sway
Don't you start to panic
Set the course, fix on it, STAY!
Call on a touch of your luck now
As you search around.
Give it a piece of the shamrock
You'll find it soon, I'm bound.
If the wind is blowin'
And you feel your searching's spent
Reboot your thinking, Darlin',
With some out of the boxish bent.
Do a bit of skirtin'
Outside Ground Zero's tent
Give it some good Irish luck now
You'll spring your little trap.
Give it a touch of the shamrock —
It'll fall into your lap!
Ok. Maybe it's NOT so easy ... but a little bit of luck is always welcome, whatever its ethnicity.
One of those discovered at the Leaping' Lizards - It's Leap Year!! event. Thanks for sharing!