And the wind be at your back
May a snort slosh in your bottle
For each other thing you lack.
May the devil employ busy hands
And leave your pair to deal;
May fish find your plate on Friday
And leave you steak for meal.
May Sunday find you fighting
And Monday watch you abed,
May you recall Tuesday through Thursday
Each lie Saturday night you said;
And if it be your part in life,
The vagabond to play,
May your friends find you a tyrant
In every other way.
IRISH, n. A variety of goat with opposable thumbs and tongues.
Happy St. Patrick's Day to any friend I have left and, in particular, the Mooneys who have no choice in the matter.