The Leprechaun wanted to hide his cache And in his cache he had some gold He went to the end of the bridge putting the treasure to hold before the rain drops into the night and the arch leaves his sight Now tell me: What did the Leprechaun follow?

One of me digs a hidden den, another pesters you again and again.

With traditional roots into the Victorian era, Interact with these gentle giants. Can hold the weight, Very reliant.

I am carved by patience, not by hands, A wound in the earth that time expands. Walls of crimson, amber, and rust, Born from water reducing stone to dust. What am I?

My leaves help your nose when it’s stuffy and sore, I grow by the hundreds and sometimes much more. Koalas shout yummy when they see me each day, What tree do they hug while they munch away?