The
biggest fish he gits away,
But now jest merely s’posin’
You
set out in your boat some day
A-kind uv dreamin’, dosin’,
An’
he should come along an’ bite,
An’ by your skill command him,
An’
after one big, long, hard fight,
You’d reel an’ truly land him?
What
then? Why simply by an’ by
You wanter fish ag’in there,
Anticipation’s
knocked sky-high
Becuz he isn’t in there.
Ah
friend, rejoice with smaller fare,
An’ don’t do any mopin’;
It’s
best to know he’s allus there
To furnish us the hopin’.
June
7, ‘09
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