There once was an Irishman named Pat, who
was born on St. Patrick's Day, died on St. Patrick's Day, marching in the St. Patrick's
Day parade.
Pat went to heaven and saw St. Peter at the
Pearly Gates. St. Peter said, "Who are you?"
Pat replied, "My name is Pat, I'm an
Irishman, born on St. Patrick's Day, died on St. Patrick's Day, marchin' in the St.
Patrick's Day parade."
St. Peter checked up in his book and saw
all this information was true. So he said to Pat: "Yes, this is all true, so here is
a little green cloud for you to drive around heaven in and here is a harp that, when you
push this button here, will play 'When Irish Eyes Are Smiling.' You've earned it, Pat.
Have a good time in heaven."
Pat jumps on his little green cloud,
punches the button, and it starts to play "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling." He
heads out into heaven, a smile on his face and a song in his heart.
He's having a wonderful time in heaven,
driving his little green cloud around for two whole days. However, on the third day, he's
driving down the main expressway in heaven with the harp playing full blast when, all of a
sudden, a pink and white two-tone cloud roars past him and in the back of this cloud is an
organ which is playing all sorts of celestial music. Pat has just enough time to see that
the person driving the pink and white two-tone cloud has a long nose and a darkish
complexion.
Pat makes a U-Turn right in the middle of
the Heaven Expressway, charges back to the Pearly Gates, jumps off of his little green
cloud and stalks up to St. Peter.
He says, "St. Peter, my name is Pat,
I'm an Irishman. I was born on St. Patrick's Day, died on St. Patrick's Day, marchin' in
the St. Patrick's Day parade. I come up here to heaven and I get this tiny, insignificant
little green cloud and this little harp that plays only one song, "When Irish Eyes
Are Smiling.' St. Peter, there's a Jew over there. He's got a big, beautiful pink and
white two-tone cloud and an huge organ that plays all kinds of celestial music and I, Pat
the Irishman, want to know why!"
St. Peter stands up from his desk. He leans
over and motions Pat the Irishman to come closer. Then he says: "Pat, shush! *He's*
the Boss's Son!"
