Oh how I enjoyed so very much

Fishing off a bridge

Or perhaps ‘long side the road

Or from up on a slight ridge

I remember many years ago

On the first day of the season

Going out before daylight

Getting my limit was the reason

Cold when I would paddle out

In a small and rented boat

And if I caught lots of fish

Oh, how I loved to gloat

But it was fun, I remember

As I tossed the long line out

And when I’d feel that tug

I’d wait to give a mighty shout

Until that little fish was on

And I’d nailed him on the spot

It was so much fun, my friend

Especially if he really fought

By the afternoon it was hot

So a cold drink I’d be wishing

And ready to go out again

For the ultimate joy of fishing!