The Story starts in lovely eire, where gaa is king There lived two young pups and family in a frantic gaelic fling

The accountant and the teacher As they came to be known Will fill the room with mischief Of the kind that is homegrown

The early years were bedlam As they switched each others bed The anvil noise of clanging If you hit them on the head.

The accountant and the teacher Have a brother quiet and apart With all their raucous antics They could never be as smart

The accountant and the teacher Have a sister sweet as bread Despite their jealous teasing She was always a step ahead

The accountant and the teacher Have parents bold and strong Even through the years they claim They never thought them wrong

The accountant and the teacher Have a nana who is wise Many a nappy changed as They lay across her thighs

The accountant and the teacher Have girlfriends now it’s clear Their good sense is in question As they choose to keep them near

The accountant and the teacher Have a favourite uncle too Unfortunately he is not here His name was uncle Hugh

The accountant and the teacher Are now grown and mature In their own fields they flourish Though it smells of fresh manure

The accountant and the teacher It’s been fun through all the fuss Luckily we’ve been kind to you So you’ll have to be kind to us

The accountant and the teacher Are tired of this ditty They will that I cease and desist But I find this quite shitty

The accountant and the teacher Must one more stanza bear As I take my leave, an wipe my sleeve Run fingers through my hair

The accountant and the teacher Were walking hand in hand With loving gaze they kissed their rings In the sunset on Banna Strand

To the accountant and the teacher It’s been a fun filled journey We were with you then, we’re with you now From tralee to inesscourney We cherish you and treasure you With all our minds and heart May angels watch over you And never may we part.