Clover Pollen and Other Hallucinogens

[shiva_of_fire]

Where are all my Irish nee-gahs out there?! Holla!
*ahem*
So here's me giving you the outlook for today. It's wise to wear green, and make it visible, folks, cause those Irish mics are crazy and ready to pinch. So make sure they won't make a mistake.
And to get you in the mood, here is a favorite Irish folk song of mine.
White, Orange, and Green

In the bold Gaughty mountains so far far away
I'll tell you a story that happened one day
About a young girl her age was sixteen
And she carried a banner white orange and green

Now a young English soldier was passing that way
And he spied the young girl and her banner so gay
He laughed and he joked and got off his machine
Returning to capture white orange and green

You can't have my banner the young girl replied
Till your blood and mine on the bold gaught is lied
For I am a rebel and that's nothing mean
And I'd lay down my life for white orange and green

Well the young English soldier turned white as the snow
Got on his machine and away he did go
For there's no use in fighting a girl of sixteen
Who would die for a banner white orange and green