Those serpents would twirl high up your gam and curl
Round your thigh and really hang on.
They were reptilian. . .don't know how they shlepped in
To this island location made of stone.

They'd wrap round your arms and hiss, and folks would moan;
Snakes are something some people abhor.
They've got sinister lips o'er which slith'ring tongue slips;
They score your corps; out pour torrents of gore.

Make 'em depart, please make the snakes depart!
Oh, chase them from this Emerald land.
Their hellish forked tongues dart; please make the snakes depart;
We want 'em no more. . .want 'em banned.
Euw!!

Then one day we saw a man who would say, "Naw!"
To serpentine shillelaghs curled round legs.
He drove 'em to a cliff that overlooked a skiff;
We broke out kegs as they sank in the bay.

He cast 'em in the sea, and then said, "Follow me;
I'll teach you the Trinitarian way."
We pagan gals and guys Saint Patrick idolize. . .
Revere him with green beer on that March day.

Made 'em depart, he made the snakes depart!
He chased them from this Emerald land.
This swell guy had the art of makin' snakes depart. . .
Taste great grilled by that Emeril man.
Chew!