The Love Fisherman

Settin’ in a leaky boat

Jest a watchin’ line an’ float;

Waitin’ for a bite, O gee!

That is fun enough fur me.

Settin’ out here on the Crick

Where the perch is bitin’ slick,

An’ the punkin seeds – well, say,

You can’t coax me off turday!

Ol’ pipe’s drawin’ like a flue

An’ the smoke is risin’ blue;

Water’s calm an’ weather’s fine,

An’ they’s somethin’ on my line.

Wouldn’t leave ol’ “Lizzard” now

Fur a house an’ barn, I vow!

Jest go ‘way an’ let me be,

This is good enough fur me.

June 6, ‘05