"Singing heralds,

Lush green island,

Lit by emeralds,

Twinkling diamonds.

Lush green island,

Sparkling shamrocks,

Twinkling diamonds,

Rainbow jackpots.

Sparkling shamrocks,

Underground cavern,

Rainbow jackpots,

Rustic tavern.

Underground cavern,

Wellspring of riches,

Rustic tavern,

Flowing Guinness.

Wellspring of riches,

Lit by emeralds,

Flowing Guinness,

Singing ...

"Singing heralds,

Lush green island,

Lit by emeralds,

Twinkling diamonds.

Lush green island,

Sparkling shamrocks,

Twinkling diamonds,

Rainbow jackpots.

Sparkling shamrocks,

Underground cavern,

Rainbow jackpots,

Rustic tavern.

Underground cavern,

Wellspring of riches,

Rustic tavern,

Flowing Guinness.

Wellspring of riches,

Lit by emeralds,

Flowing Guinness,

Singing heralds."

Verses drift over moon-streaked water. Dumbfounded, wanderer stops in tracks. Was ocean speaking to her? Surging tide deposits green bottle onto shoreline. On impulse wanderer carries bottle to motel where she strips off wet jeans, ponders odd communication. Suddenly bottle sparkles, smokes, shakes until leprechaun explodes from green confines. "Your grandmother sends me from the motherland to grant three wishes." leprechaun announces. Doubting her own sanity wanderer requests the obvious: "May I have millions of dollars, eternal youth, and an endless supply of Guinness?" Abundance of riches materialize around room. "With these blessings come responsibility." leprechaun cautions. "You must share your wealth in order to prosper." Miniature genie disappears, wanderer reflects on ancestral communication, springs into philanthropic action..

(In a nod to both her Irish heritage and Benny Hill Tanya Danielle celebrates St. Patrick's Day by providing cash, flashes of gratuitous nudity to all holiday visitors.)