Woe is the Once Mighty Snake

Woe is the once mighty snake,
Who did coil in a ball of slight,

With a flurry of shamrock and goldenrod
He sprung forth into the night,

Woe is the once mighty snake,
Who slithered to and fro,

And hissing oh so softly
Did his fury ever grow,

Woe is the once mighty snake,
Who shed his former skin,

Only to forget himself
And find it once again,

Woe is the once mighty snake,
Whose battle cry struck fear,

Only to cower to lesser foes,
With every passing year,

Woe is the once mighty snake,
Who won despite the cost,

Oh woe is me, who loveth ye,
My innocence is lost.