Crawfishing
Lived in Tyler when I was ten
And not too far from my home
Was a creek in an open field
I often played there alone
The creek was very low one day
There was a funny mud mound
It made me wonder, what built it?
It was a Crawdad I found
Crawdads are miniature lobsters
They are known by many names
Crayfish, Crawfish, Crawdads, Mud Bugs
These creatures are all the same
I asked my Dad when I got home
“How do you catch a Crawdad”?
“Just tie some bacon on a string
And drop it in the creek bed”
In the morning, I couldn’t wait
Go Crawdad fishing, what fun!
Mom gave me a strip of bacon
Got string and left at a run
Found a deep spot, I threw it in
Then I sat down on the bank
Holding the string, I felt a tug
I pulled it out with a yank
That's not the way to fish for them
When jerked they always let go
If you want to land a crawdad
You must pull them out real slow
I got pinched by one now and then
I caught a pail full that day
Not knowing you can eat Crawdads
I let them all crawl away
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