Come here you little Tinca
Come here towards my net
Come here you little Tinca
You're a new PB I bet.
Ive fed you worms and maggots
Caught Roach and Bream its true
But as nice as it is to catch them
I came here to try and catch you.
My rod is near bent double
The line it sings with stretch
You pull towards the Lillies
To snap me off I bet?
So come here you great big Tinca
Don't drag me in the Reeds
My heart it wont stop pounding
Your weight I'm sure exceeds
The target that I set for you
Visions flashing through my mind.
13 pound 7 ounce female specimen
Please pass it oh be so kind.
Come here you Massive Tinca
My rods begun to creak
My arms are oh so tired
They ache and feel so weak
Come here you enormous Tinca
My net is now not far
Oh damn where is my camera
Aarrgh I left it in the Car!
Come here you behemoth Monster!
I cant see you in this dark
The Net it slides beneath you!
Ohhh Damn its a flippin CARP!
Hehh Hehh
Written and composed by Mark Longson (c) 2018
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