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Copyright, August 30, 1999, Patricia A. Thomas
Goin' Fishin'
It was early in the morning - On one fine summer's day
I thought I'd take my son along- Teach him how to fish - dad's way
Gonna bait my little son's hook - And teach him how to cast
I know this time will be well spent - Yeah, the mem-o-ries will last
And we're going fishin - Down there by the stream
Yeah, we're going fishin - Where the grass is tall and green
Time to be a daddy, have some time with my little son
Show him what the big guys do, to have a little fun
Packed along a sandwich - And a drink to keep us cool
Try to catch that old granddaddy -Lying at the bottom of the pool
Find a little piece of shade, my back resting on a tree
Peace and quiet, crickets and frogs, mm- My son and me
I got his rod and reel all set and gave it to my boy
I told him, son, be careful, cuz you know this is no toy-
He pulled that rod back far - And swung it mighty fast
The hook got caught up in the trees -As he was trying to cast
And the worm it went a flying - Out to the water, where
That granddaddy he just scooped him up - While my boy was unawares
He cried out - help me daddy - My line has gotten stuck
Just at that point he took a step - Ankle deep into black muck
He had line all wrapped around - his leg, his hand, his hair
Didn't know how long it would take - to untangle him standing there
His sad little face looked on up at me, said, dad this is sposed to be fun
I said, it just takes practice, and a little knowledge, my son
Poor little guy was a crying - Sittin down upon the bank
I knew someday he'd teach his son, It would be me that he would thank
Fishing is a ritual - Passed between a father and son
Packing our gear the night before - Getting up at the break of dawn
Son, there's a certain skill to fishin -Got to outsmart that big old fish
Come home and tell how big he was - You could have reeled him in if you wished
Fishing makes great stories, to pass the time with your friends
Fry them up in the pan, as the day begins to end
He was the one that got away - Nah, he was the one that you let go
You reeled and pulled and reeled some more - Man he put on quite a show
At the end of the day, you've filled your creel, your worms are all long gone
Man, it was the best of days, cuz I spent it fishing, with my son
He came home all muddy, his pants were stained all green
His face was smeared with mud and dirt, but his smile was easily seen
He hollered out - hey mom, guess what - I caught my very first fish
But the one that got away - it was this big (I wish)
Patricia A. Thomas
2552 Putnam St.
Schenectady, NY 12304
518-370-1442 voice mail
518-382-0969 fax, home
shamanesse@aol.com
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