It is early Saturday morning, and Mother Superior of Saint
Mary Margaret Convent in County Clare hears a knocking at
the door.

She opens it, looks around and there is no one
there.

She is about to shut the door when a tiny voice says,"Down here, Mother Superior".

She looks down and there are two of the little people in
their bright kelly green outfits, red beards and little
hats with a clover in each.

One is really drunk out of his skull and the other is not
much better off.

He tips his hat and says, "Top o'the
mornin to ye, Mother Superior. Me guid friend Liam here
would like to be knowin' if ye have any leprechaun nuns
in the convent"?

"No, we don't have any little people in our convent",
she replies.

Liam grunts a few words in Pat's ear, to which he then
says to Mother Superior, "Well, are there any leprechaun
nuns in the local parish"?

Again she replies, "No, there are no leprechaun nuns in
the parish".

Liam again grunts something in Pat's ear. "Well, can ye
be tellin' me, Mother Superior, does the Cathlic Church
have any leprechaun nuns at all?"

"No", she replies. "The church doesn't accept little
people into any religious order".

Pat turns to Liam and says, "D'ye see now Liam? That was
a penguin ye fucked in the bar last night".