On Fishin’

Some say they’d go a-fishin’,

     Go a-fishin’ jest the same,

Ef they knew they wouldn’t never

     Git no fish or git no game.

Like the fun uv goin’ fishin’

     Thet is what some fellers say;

Jest to git out in the open,

     Fur away, fur away.

Now I like to go a-fishin’

     Any time o’ day o’ night –

But by hooks! I wanter tell ye’

     I jest like to hev ‘em bite.

Two to time ain’t none too many,

     Thick ez teeth within a comb;

An’ I’m satisfied with fishin’     

     Right to home, right to home.

March 15, ‘06