Note to St. Patty
This year I won't be celebratin, the day that sports your name
Because you've got my darlins, not one but three that came
To see your lovely green hills and forests and castles too
To visit all your fine pubs and eat yer Irish stew.
But I'll not have it I tell ya, your hostages they'll not remain
I'll lure them with homemade cinnamon rolls and a game of Mexican train
With our green hills and wild flowers, The Office, and walks in the rain
With Beans and tacos and Saturday Night Live, Diet Coke and Corona beer
We have the laughs and the birthday breakfast in bed and their Mama's here!
So no Saint Patricks Day for California no not us, I'm mad as I can be
Till you give me back my Korina and Amy, and oh yeah, O'Shaunessey!
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Nice mom! I love it, ha ha. I love you. One of your girls is on her way home right now, unfortunately the other had to stay. I love you!
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