They say if yer lucky enough to be Irish, yer lucky enough. Well there be parts about bein’ Irish that no one can deny makes us the luckiest! The gift o’ the gab is me favourite. Sure I could sprout on about different tales from me beautiful homeland all me days. And when I am doin’ me sproutin’ I can’t be forgettin’ the Blarney Stone. Tis said to have magical powers of luck to those who find it. Aren’t we the lucky ones bein’ the Guardians, sure we’re well able to take advantage!