Beneath the Puzzle

There was a man whose name was Jake Who had a house upon the lake Every morning he would wake And for breakfast have a piece of cake He had a private fishing hole; He always used a long cane pole He fried his fish on red hot coal And served it in a great big bowl For a pet, he had a cat through a sorted cousin get a kiss by the oven come beneath the puzzle we search through the trouble each made moment last light away the cast decay sorrow through a daughter to squeeze love in the third degree