St. Patrick’s Day Poems
Happy St. Patrick’s Day to everyone, for on St. Patrick’s Day it seems everyone is Irish! Celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with these four St. Patrick’s Day poems. Three of the poems are entitled St. Patrick’s Day and the other is The Wearin’ O’ the Green. Before you read the St. Patrick’s Day poems with children, make St. Patrick’s Day crafts, and St. Patrick’s Day treats for a special time together!
St. Patrick’s Day
St. Patrick’s Day is here, you see.
We’ll pick some shamrocks, one, two, three.
We’ll count the leaves and look them over,
And maybe find a four-leafed clover.
I’ll sew green buttons on my vest,
Green for St. Patrick is the best.
I’ll wear a green hat, very high,
And dance a jig–at least I’ll try!
St. Patrick’s Day
Leprechauns peeking,
Around a willow tree,
Pussy willows waking,
Longing to be free.
Colleens and shamrocks
And castles old and gray,
Put them all together
To make St. Patrick’s Day.
The Wearin’ O’ the Green
Today is the day fer the wearin’ o’ the green.
Today is the day when the little people are seen.
Today is St. Patrick’s Day, so if ye’r Irish me lad,
Join the celebratin’ fer the grandest time ta’ be had.
Ya’ put yer hand up in the air, the other hand on your hip.
Ya’ tap yer toe, ya’ tap yer heel, ya’ bounce yer knee a wee bit.
Ya’ prance ‘n dance around the room, n’ circle one two three.
The saints be praised, I must admit, ya’ all look Irish ta’ me.
St. Patrick’s Day
St. Patrick came from Ireland
A country trimmed with green
It has the shamrocks and the pipes
Those leprechauns you’ve seen
Those leprechauns will trip you
You’ll fall flat on your face
They’ll tickle your nose and sour the milk
Then find a hiding place!
Authors Unknown
I love your poems! My husband is irish so i will be bookmarking this page for him!
Thanks
I must be Irish, because my milk is always going sour, and I’m always on the verge of tripping and falling on my face. Those pesky leprechauns must be to blame!
Cute poems!