It was in the morning about ten when
We both would go out fishing again
Along the nice Rice and Town Creek
For God made great scenery to seek.
Tall trees they all made much shade;
To go, my friend I had to persuade;
Pretty soon we would start to fish
And catch a big one we would wish.
Bright sun had risen high in the sky
As small boat now started passing by
All of nature which was at its best;
Saw heron with new ones in her nest.
We never did catch anything at all
But we still heard all of nature call;
Went back home and behind was boat;
Then turned on TV with the remote.
Isn't life such a contrast these days;
What we should do is Give God praise
For fact we never did run out of gas
And brutal Congress budget did pass.