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Gone Fishin' ,Jim and Me Just we two on a summer day, when I had a morning free, down to the fish pond we went, my little boy, Jim, and me. And right behind us, his pal, for Spot always kept an eye on Jim. And no matter where he went, Spot was certain to follow him. We had to find just the right stick, before Jim's fishing could begin. Then I tied on it a long string, and for a hook, a safety pin. And I took his wee shoes off, so he could cool his little feet. And to make him comfortable, a folded towel for a seat. He would watch me bait my hook, and he'd make a face and squirm, making it clear in every way, how sorry he felt for the worm. Occasionally, he'd catch something, a mass of algae or maybe leaves. Made happy by his simple catches, he was often that easy to please. At that, he caught more than I did, but you don't go fishing just to fish, And my day with my little boy, well, 'bout as perfect as one could wish. copyright 2001 Roland Ricker |
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