To go fishing…and to do it right,
There was something most important;
Fish liked juicy worms or night crawlers,
To catch a lot of fish…was no accident.

I had found a wonderful place,
Where worms and night crawlers…lived;
Who would ever have guessed,
Something so simple…would be so effective!

You’d never guess what I had found,
Not in a million years;
It was an old mattress…out in a field,
Now…come on…don’t jeer!

It’s the truth…for certain,
When I lifted up an edge;
A dozen fat worms or night crawlers,
Would scurry about…of this…I allege.

So, anytime that I decided,
A`fishing…I would go;
I could go almost immediately…because,
First…to NIGHT CRAWLER HEAVEN…I would go.

Anytime of day or night,
It was just one short trip;
Out to the old mattress…in the field,
And, just give it one good flip!

One day…as chance would have it,
My Dad said he would go with me;
To his surprise…at the field we stopped,
And, my old mattress…he did see.

His eyes got ever-so-big,
So big…I thought that they would pop;
Why…those worms and night crawlers,
Came out so fast…I thought they’d never stop!

I dare say that everybody soon discovered,
Just where NIGHT CRAWLER HEAVEN is;
You’d think they would soon be all gone,
Not so…it seemed to work just the opposite.

The more that were taken,
The more…there seemed to be;
NIGHT CRAWLER HEAVEN…that it was,
And, everybody had to agree!

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June 24, 2004

Aimee Love
(LHG)