The Saint Patricks day Parade

Rolled into town on a foggy night

People filled the tents with drinks

Feeling alright

The biggest party in down

Raise them high to toast

Then throw them down

I never was a social contender

Or on a first name basis

With the local bartender

Partys for me felt like an eternity

I could not wait to flee

But when the rivers turn green

The celtic bands are heard

In the City of South Bend

Tomorrow morning will be as quiet

As the flight of a hummingbird