Oh my friend of fishers fair.
Of all those waters we wish to dare.
Those lures and lines of many happy times.
Trout unlimited and desired wines.
Your gleaming smile and voice of care,
many more times are that of which we will share.
And that big fire in which you built,
the flames held many feelings in which are glid.
Something that is not easily rid.
Our time will come next to those sweet glistening waters
under the sun.
When jokes are plenty and sorrows are few,
these are the fishing trips I've spent with you.
For fisher's fair will have us there competing for the best.
And when we do, I could promise you I'd catch the biggest of all.
But, there you are pride as seen, you've out fished me once again.
For in a day of fisher's fair it was just the pleasure of being there.
And as dusk begins to appear, I usually regret reeling in our gear.
Even if those fish don't bite, we could fish all night.
So, our day of fisher's fair comes to a close.
And once again those bright spring days are on their way a fishing we will go.
But these are not the only times of that of which are aglow.
For you have been more than just a friend, you have lended me many helping hands.
To repay you is a debt that I hold deep within.
For we will grow older each and every year.
And if we move or grow apart, these are the special times I will hold in my heart.
For it has been friends like you of whom one would wish not to part.
So my friend of fisher's fair I will always see you out there.