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.