"St. Patrick's Day is an enchanted time... a day to begin transforming winter's dreams into summer's magic!"
A top o' the mornin' to ye....tis I, Declan P. Dugan, L.I.T. (Leprechaun In Training) at your service. A more handsome leprechaun ye will not find in alla me land. I have come all the way from me house, dear Ballybrack Cottage in old County Cork don't ye know...
Aye but isn't me home lovely?
...to speak to ye in hope that I could be o' service to one and all. An L.I.T. must perform many good deeds or, dash it all, we simply will not be promoted! Tis a shame I tell ye. And me, bein' as poetic a lad as I am and all. But, to quote me dear Sean O' Casey,
"All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed. " But o' how I digress...
So me lovelies, what canna do to help ye?
I am here today on Suzie Q's blog (A sweet lass but a bit daft I tell ye. And not a drop o' Irish blood inner. Tis a shame...the lass has me all flummoxed!) to ask ye just what canna do for ye. Just ask and old Clancy will do his wee best. Now, I canna no promise anything but I canna promise I will do me best. So, whether your name be Flannery , McGhee, Donnelly, Finnegan, Sullivan or, *gasp*, DENNEHY (Oh but this lass has it bad for this Irishman),
I am but at your service.
Now, I canna be no help to make ye Irish...there bein' only two kinds o' people in the world, the Irish, and those who wish they be ye know. But onna day like today, all people can be Irish.
I speak no blarney! Just like that! Poof. It lasts but 24 hours...sadly for ye...tis but a wee thing for me to do...say thank ye!
Now, I gotta get back to me bowl of carrots and parsnips.
Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh!
Éire go Brách