Wales and Knotty Ash
Don’t Get Caught
Games of yester’s busy bees
Flattened farthins off the tram track
Ticklin trout and snarin rabbit
Sailing stick boats in the gutter
Stealing one stop rides on trams
Throwing stones at slow train firemen
Collecting coal he’s throwin’ back
Home fires carried in a sack
How to tickle trout
Find a nice welsh trout stream
maybe in llannraedyr
With an over hanging stone
Lie down and slip your arm
Into the freezing cold
If you touch a trout
He’ll shoot away
Don’t move just wait
slowly moving aching fingers
Six times in ten he’ll come back
when he does he’ll stay for a second
Then come back faster
soon he’ll stay
Grab and throw him out!
Snaring rabbits is easier
Dirtier but that never slowed us
Up or down
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