Yes, I was to climb your stairs
Hence, follow all your love affairs
But I'd be rather with a man
Who's just as Irish as he cares
With no profound or secret plan
He finished off what you began
By keeping mind and common sense
Young, bright and bold like Peter Pan
You know, the letters he invents
He's using them for self-defence
By teaching you 'stair an domhain'
With all the phonemes he presents
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