Here's To You P.J. O'Hare Poem by Fredrick McDonald

a man of honor who helped us when we were in need
a true friend indeed a man who honored our mother
when she had passed, toasted her to say good bye
as he told us our mother wouldn't want us to cry
to a place we all go to our favorate watering hole
to drink our troubles and cares away bearing our souls
he listens to it all and says nothing at all
with out any thought of his own
to P.J. O'Hare we shall drink your irish drink of love
you must have been sent from up above
hey P.J. pass me a bottle of bud
just slamming them down
we might get hammered its possible we may fall down
we will all have fun at P.J. O'Hares' employees and patrons alike
we will stand by you to fight a good fight
before we pass out we will say our good night
as P.J. says goodnight wonderful to see you and for us to come again
darned in green his pub is so clean
like the four horsemen to the fighting irish
you shall stand tall and conquer them all
you will show them who is boss as you give them a toss
if their not your friend it will be their loss
this poem is for you Mr. P.J. O'HARE