Hev
yew got yewr rod turgether,
Hev yew sorted out yewr lines;
Hev
yew let yewr dreamin’ wander
Up ermong the sleepy pines?
Hev
yew thought erbout the fishin’
‘Bout the fairy wary trout?
Well,
it’s time tur pack yewr wicker,
An’ tur git yewr tackle out.
O,
the reel’s b’en growin’ rusty
But we’ll shine it up ag’in;
An’
the flies once bright an’ fluffy
They er growin’ ruther thin.
But
the ice is off the water,
An' the tackle’s in the creel
An'
it’s pretty soon we’ll listen
Tew the music uv the reel.
Dec.
27, ‘96
Pub.
in The Phillips
Phonograph
(Me)
April 2,
‘97
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