Pat and Mick landed themselves a job at a sawmill. Just before morning tea Pat yelled: “Mick! I lost me finger!”

     “Have you now?” says Mick. “And how did you do it?”

     “I just touched this big spinning thing here like thi… Darn! There goes another one!”

     May you have all the happiness and luck that life can hold, and at the end of your rainbows may you find a pot of gold.

     May good luck be with you wherever you go, and your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow.

     May the lilt of Irish laughter lighten every load.  May the mist of Irish magic shorten every road.  May you taste the sweetest pleasures that fortune ere bestowed, and may all your friends remember all the favors you are owed.