Alone out on the river
Just me and this here hook
The water shines like silver
A quiet peaceful brook.
Then suddenly my hand shakes
This fish must weigh a ton
The old rod nearly breaks
As the spinning reel is spun.
I crouch down on the grass
Hands clasped around my kill
A scaly silver bass
Its gasping through its gill
I walk into the sunset
Basking in my glory
My clothing freshly wet
I put away my quarry
And as I drive away
I take just one more look
I cannot wait a day
To go back to that brook
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