I walked down by the river,
One bright and shiny day
To see what all the fuss was
Cane poles whipping every which way.
One person that I spoke with
Said: we’re casting flies you know
Except Barry there in the tree shade
Who’s tying flies for us to throw
So I wondered what kind of man “ties flies”?
And just what does he tie them to?
And if they weren’t tied down tight
Just to where would it be they flew?
And if he ties them careful
Posed exactly right
Can he then offer a guarantee?
That a nice fat trout will strike?
And once struck with flashing colors,
Would the trout jump high and wide
Or simply spit out bound up fly
And back into the depths subside?
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