I’m standing here with dear old Dad,
fishing from this shore.
We’ve been here several hours now,
and my arm’s getting sore.
We’ve caught no fish, but I can tell
my dad just loves it here.
He says that chances are quite good
that we will see some deer.
We have to whisper when we talk
so we don’t scare the fish,
and that we go home really soon
is now my greatest wish.
It’s now quite late — we’re heading home.
No fish are in the trunk.
The only wildlife that we met
was one big angry skunk!