Saint Patrick’s day; now it can be told

when king Derwin demandad

that oobbleck should fall,

'stead of snow and rain,

and hailstones and all,

a convention a meeting

of druids and wizards,

discussing the weather,

the sought out green blizzard,

and true to their trade,

though it was a doozy

the oobleck the crafted,

and then they got boozy,

it poured and it gooped,

straight down from the sky,

a greenish creation

not wet and not dry,

a syrup it wasn't

like glue, it was sticky,

a fallout adhesive,

that was turquoise and tricky,

the farmlands, the sheep,

the rooftops were covered

and even the flies and the bees,

as they hovered.

a polymer mess,

that cemented the fishes,

so it befell,

by king Derwin's wishes,

but there was one who could see,

that this stuff can't go on,

he begged and implored,

his struggle was drawn.

but Derwin the wise ,

he did not relent,

in love with the oobleck

had poor bartholomew sent,

to a dungeon so deep,

to the dark oubliette.

and so gloried he with oobleck

king Derwin on throne

the country in a viscous flood,

of enerald , the tone.

and stayed like this for many years,

as people squished and schlooped

and fought so hard to break away,

when rained down the green goop.

till Patrick came along and cast ,

king derwin , with the snakes

and had the tired weather-bringers,

converge upon a lake.

and held they all , there by the Loch

to cast the oobleck hence,

to fall no more from verdant skies

as the damage was immense.

since then , the skies rain snow and hail,

and often fog or sleet,

and celebrate we all with beer,

thats green yet bittersweet.