Fishin’s Good On Lizzard Crick

The town hez got no charms for us,

     We hate the dingy walls o’ brick;

Don’t care fur city frills nur fuss,

     The fishin’s good on “Lizzard Crick”.

Can’t keep us round these diggin’s now,

     The heat an’ noise jest makes us sick;

Can’t stand the city anyhow,

     Sence fishin’s good on “Lizzard Crick”.

Ame Green he writ us ‘tother day

     The water’d mellered up a bit,

An’ that the fish wuz feelin’ gay,

     An’ bit jest like they had a fit.

He writ that bullheads, perch an’ eels

     An’ pickerel wuz thick;

That ev’ryday he’d ketched a mess

     When he went out upon the crick.

We kinda thought we’d settle down

     An’ had a stiddy job at last,

That we would spend our days in town,

     An’ try an’ not to live too fast.

But gee! It’s off for Gungy now,

     The slow old road can’t run too quick!

They’s nuthin’ else in life, I vow,

     When fishin’s good on “Lizzard Crick”

June 5, ‘10