beware the little green men

Ages ago on the emerald isles,
Lived eight little men wearing eight little smiles.
Patrick, their leader, was bearded in red.
Amon the elder; he'd watch where he'd tread.
Flynn was a friend to the dolphins and whales,
Shaun was a dandy, in top hat and tails.
Ungus was happy - a worry free guy,
Clancy wore a scheming look in his eye.
Keagan was fancy in his coat of yellow,
While Colm had to learn to be a bit more mellow.
Their story was told in days of old,
Of how they fought over a pot of gold.
Their battles were epic, fought over and over,
Hopping around from clover to clover.
At the end of the day they'd retire to their pub,
And toast their success at the ole' Conquer Club.

Lived eight little men wearing eight little smiles.
Patrick, their leader, was bearded in red.
Amon the elder; he'd watch where he'd tread.
Flynn was a friend to the dolphins and whales,
Shaun was a dandy, in top hat and tails.
Ungus was happy - a worry free guy,
Clancy wore a scheming look in his eye.
Keagan was fancy in his coat of yellow,
While Colm had to learn to be a bit more mellow.
Their story was told in days of old,
Of how they fought over a pot of gold.
Their battles were epic, fought over and over,
Hopping around from clover to clover.
At the end of the day they'd retire to their pub,
And toast their success at the ole' Conquer Club.
