What fish must think of us fishermen
Do they wonder why we annoy them so
with wriggling worms on silver hooks
invading their waters, we weird-looking schnooks
Casting far out in hopes of catching bass
or just dropping a line with bobbing popcorn
Fanatics take up the hunt by four in the morn
no matter the forecast, sunshine or storm
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