A Beauty, She, of eyes and ears,
The classic dress of shamrock,
Tresses, copper, laced with gold.

Always happy,
Loved and loving.

Her kitchen tumbles with sweets,
Joyful morsels fall from her touch,
Taste tingles with delicosity,
Her permission to munch and mange’
To your heart’s content.

And, is that a banjo
To add with sounds the glory of her sights
And touch?

The Baker at heart plucks out a tune.

Sadness never parks at her door,
Or if it does, flees when she peeks outside.
One flash of that smile and troubles
Melt away
Like chocolate on a sunny day.