Tails Up

Commercial season in its full swing boats afloat dot foggy harbor scene we're off like a prom dress let's catch a mega-mess barbs a'flyin', some even obscene Wish 'em up! Catch 'em up! Bend the rod! tease with the herring, but not the cod. weekend revolution curse the thoughtless googans less than seventy-three inch outlawed find the school of herring, find the whale there we'll drop anchor and chum the trail drop the bait, throw the chum if we chum, they might come pull the hook, hear our woebegone wail youngsters have chum methodology squid-haddock mix no apology chumbalaya soup up goes the loud whoop they sing a joyful doxology! they cut the chum and then throw it in expecting to catch a big blue fin they hook the herring the beeps a'blaring land the fat cow that was in a spin! It’s a big, fat, slob – a screamer! if it’s a shark, you’re a dreamer come on baby, bite me on the hook, excite me it’s a blue fin clever schemer tails up! it’s safely on the deck all this work is for a paycheck pink, fat, and greasy some make it easy who’s in the lead, they’re neck ‘n neck over the rail and into the pail back to the dock to make a big sell dollars, six to 28, 900 pounder is great turn and burn, we're off to find the whale at end-of-day when season is done competition end, who's number one some were lost, some were gained tuna species sustained next year, another season will run