[Verse 1] We marched into D.C. for a ceremonial day, Paper towers, shouting voices, pushing for their say. The chamber hummed with promises no one dared define, A hush fell through the crowded hall as clocks rang in the time. Then down the aisle he wandered in, a small and steady sight— The Leprechaun in emerald clothes, his smile calm and bright. He spoke of "gifts for all of you," a blessing for the land, And every face leaned forward close to hear what he had planned. [Verse 2] He raised his hand and calmly said, "A holiday we'll make— St. Patrick's Day for everyone, the Nation’s day to take." Then came his golden promise, the words they all adored: "For every citizen, one gold coin," he said, and nothing more. The chamber cheered in instant joy, already claiming credit, The back row grumbled bitterly, upset they were not in it. They questioned how the vote got rushed, how they were not in view, But none would dare oppose the deal—they wanted that gold too. [Chorus 1] Push it through! Push it through! A holiday so fair! Raise the flags, sign the bill— There's treasure in the air! Warn all you want, shout from the back, You too will get your cut! No time to read the dotted line— Keep your mouths tightly shut! [Verse 3] The holiday arrived at last with revelry and cheer, Green parades and roaring crowds all grinning ear to ear. They drank and danced and filled the streets, convinced the gold was due, And toasts were raised everywhere to the Leprechaun they knew. But morning came with pounding heads, the work left far behind, The factories stalled, the markets dipped, the numbers all declined. The politicians dodged the press, the costs were mounting fast, The minority laughed spitefully—they loved the aftermath. [Chorus 2] Push it through, push it through, now look at what you've done, The ledgers bleed, the people cry, the chaos weighs a ton. Shouts came louder from the back, delighted by the mess— They revel in the misery just to say “they knew best." Still no gold reached people’s hands, not a single coin in sight, And every voice grows desperate as they question day and night. [Verse 4] Then silence swept the chamber as he wandered in once more, The Leprechaun with steady steps approached the central floor. He dropped one shiny golden coin upon the wooden stand: "One coin for all—my promise kept. Now sort out what you planned." No lesson learned, no quiet shame, no thought of how this gets fixed They turned to point their angry hands and blame each other's tricks. And while the chamber yelled and screamed to clear their guilty names, The coin sat on the wooden stand, awaiting to be claimed. [Outro] So mark the tale and write it down for anyone to read: A nation chasing easy wealth will bow down to their greed. When greed becomes the guiding star, no wisdom will be found Since every voice in Washington is crooked all around. They wanted gold, they wanted gain, they wanted something free— But never read the fine print of their own stupidity. [Coda] The gold coin sat on the stand Throughout that day and night. Through the chaos in the halls of Congress, all were itching for a fight Except the Treasury Secretary Whose job is to not forget That gold coin can be used to pay…. One ten billionth of our debt
