Fishin’ Time

I’m allus glad when fishin’ time

     Gits round ag’in, I jing!

I hev a hard time waitin’ till

     The comin’ uv the spring.

Don’t like to see the Crick froze up,

     An’ snow upon the ground;

Ol’ Lizzrd” looks a heap the best

     When fishin’ time comes round.

It’s lonesome down the valley when

     There’s naught but ice an’ snow;

There ain’t nobuddy comin’ round,

     An’ ain’t no place to go.

But jest ez soon ez spring trikes on,

     An’ whipperwills abound,

An’ bull-frogs start their “jug-o-rum”,

     Then fishin’ time gits round.

Then’s when it’s fun in Gungawamp,

     Espeshly on the Crick;

When all our city friends come up

     To hev a little lick

At bass an’ perch, an’ fetch along,

     With thoughtfulness profound,

The proper bait fur ketchin’ fish

     When fishin’ time comes round.

March 19, ‘05