THE RAINBOW'S GOLD

They told me with each Rainbow
I'd find a pot of gold,
And I had never proved it,
But that's what I was told.

I watched for every Rainbow
To arc across the sky,
And then I'd run to find it
And 'Goldless' I would cry.

But one day, in my mail box,
There came a nice surprise...
A magazine, called 'Rainbow'
Right there before my eyes.

I looked into the 'Rainbow',
And just as I was told,
Right there within the pages,
I found my pot of gold.

George Savige

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