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Mikky went a fishin'
Where the willers were a swishin'
In the crick
Set awaitin' for a nibble
When his bobber makes a dribble
Mighty and quick.
An' he thought a whale or
Submarine or sailer
Stole the bate
Swallered hook an' bobber
Like a highway robber
Couldn't wait.
So he yanked 'im in a hurry
Like a very, very Jerry
To the sky
An' he tangled up his tackle
In the willers with a crackle
Up so high.
Seen a tangled little minner
Had been caught a eatin' dinner
On his hook.
Seen he'd splattered up his britches
Felt his conscience rippin stitches,
By the book.
So he got a little meller,
An' he threw the little feller
Back again
Left his fishin' in a wrangle
In the willers, all ajangle;
There and then,
Left his broken tackle hangin'
With his little heart a bangin'
In his breast,
Went back weepin' home to mother
Who consoled him like no other-
Guess the rest. |
