X Marks the Spot

Once a year, it's the season, I fear That lures us three, to the loch Were we rent a boat, in earnest we hope To catch all the fish, that they stock McGee, he was rowing, I told him, "Start Slowing" For here, looks like a good spot The anchor cast in, by our big strong friend, Finn I'm just glad he remembered the knot It didn't take long, we were hit by a throng Seemed like, every dam fish in the lake We all wore a grin, while we pulled them all in 'Cause we didn't have time to use bait When the Day was done, so was our fun As our boat was filled to the brim I fumbled about, and pull up some stout As the Sun was now getting dim As we sat their all drinking, Finn started thinking I wish we could find our way here Or mark this grand hole, so we would all know The place we should fish, come next year That's when McGee, said "I know the key" Then produced a piece of white chalk "I'll mark on the bow, the place we are now So next year we'll know we ought ! Finn then gave in, as he said with a grin 'It's your Genius, McGee that I fear But how do you know, as rentals will go We'll be getting the same boat next year"