A Real Catch
What I know about fish
You could fit on this dish
But I thought I would give it a try
So I bought me a pole
Catching fish was my goal
And I thought I could learn on the fly
What's there too know ?
How bad could it go
It's as easy as baiting a hook
You cast in your line, in a hole that you find
loaded with oodles of snook
So I started out early,
A bit feeling surly
For rising before the sun
When I got on the boat
I was wearing my floats
And the others began to make fun
So we trolled out a ways
Through the brown muck and haze
To get to a spot, we all thought
Had plenty of fish, but our inner wish
Was to drink all the beer that we brought
So I've learned, from that day
The real fishermen's way
And I'll never forget it, because
It's not important the size, trophy or prize
We're just out to catch a good buzz
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