A Dominican tribute to Ireland
As the two-metered damsel basks--oblivious to my diction--in that rarefied air, I slip and slide, while looking into your brown eyes, girl!
I ask you for a dance 'neath the moon-lit October skies, and while we late-lament the flogging of Molly, we still rejoice at your benovolent sons: yes... you, too, too.
We rock back 'hind the rainbow's wall and we roll just as SWIFTly during the Celtic spring. And when your bald-headed one rips the dictator's picture, our Houyhnhnm hearts shed no tears - see, we're Fabians in the GBShawian Blvd, a street we not-so-gullibly travel.
We love you, Ireland.
As the two-metered damsel basks--oblivious to my diction--in that rarefied air, I slip and slide, while looking into your brown eyes, girl!
I ask you for a dance 'neath the moon-lit October skies, and while we late-lament the flogging of Molly, we still rejoice at your benovolent sons: yes... you, too, too.
We rock back 'hind the rainbow's wall and we roll just as SWIFTly during the Celtic spring. And when your bald-headed one rips the dictator's picture, our Houyhnhnm hearts shed no tears - see, we're Fabians in the GBShawian Blvd, a street we not-so-gullibly travel.
We love you, Ireland.