Listen, ye squirrely would-be crook…it dunnot work the way ya think.
Da. I’m Arashie-o and I am a leprechaun, and indeed, we stand at the end of my rainbow with dat pot ‘o gold right about here.
What they dunnot tell ye is that my gold is buried deep below in here.
Ya think that I would work away, makin’ shoes and boots for all da rich uns,
just to let a theivin’ scud the likes of ye, come long and snatch me riches?
Too bad for you, I’m Arashie-o. I’m no eejit. I’m the smartest of all da leprechauns. And you can go get a shovel. Ya have da right to dig for me treasure. But by the time ye return, who knows where me and me rainbow have buggered off ta. ye
Ye humans are bleedin’ thick! So, run along, ya gombeen. I’ve me work to do!
Arashie-o advice “Lay your ear close to the hill.
Do you not catch the tiny glamour!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!,
Busy click of an elfin hammer,
Voice of the Lepracaun singing shrill
As he merrily plies his trade.”
