A Fishing Poem

Careful Little One Swim away little one Do not stop and look That thing hanging on the line Is Shorty’s fishing hook I know it looks inviting But baby you will learn That you would rather skip a meal Then bite down on that worm He is the greatest fisherman That comes here to the lake and if you try to tempt him He’ll just throw in some new bait He has circle hooks and anglers Treble hooks with points of three He has colored hooks and metal hooks Even hooks that look like me He doesn’t come here to relax No napping in the sun He comes here for the catch Never leaving with just one So stay away from those hanging things Don’t you dare forget Cause if he lets you slip away He’ll catch you in his net 04/07/2021 Written for my friend Shorty, the greatest Fisherman I ever knew