Come little fish in our brook
Wiggling squirming, flopping,
pulling, swimming away,
seeking survival on your last day,
Come little fish in yonder brook
Jumping, hiding, defying,
as I pull in line,
of strong nylon twine.
Come little fish on my hook
You pull in fight,
I see you above the water in flight,
Flop your keester in my boat,
I'll pull that hook from your throat.
Come little fish by hook or crook
To be my frying pan delight,
This day, you I invite.
Yummmmm little fish I cook.
from yonder brook,
yummmmm you taste better than a rook.
Linda B Terrell
Most all kids like to go fishing.