MY MOTHER GOES A-FISHIN'
by Margie Hayes
When the urge is right, day or night,
My mother goes a-fishin'.
You better pray you aren't in her way,
She just don't sit a-wishin'.
Get my bait, it's not too late,
To catch a great big cat.
Wheres my pole? I know a hole,
Where all the fish are at.
I got my pail, I'll catch a whale,
Will I ever show you how.
My hooks are sharp, I don't like carp.
I want to go right now.
I'll need my light to fish tonight.
I wll need my coat.
My stinkin' bait is first rate.
I don't need a float.
She has a beer, she keeps near.
It helps her with her cast.
Have you got one yet? Wheres my net?
The big ones caught at last.
It's time to go? Just one more throw,
Then I'll pull in my line.
The fish I've caught really fought.
I've got a wet behind.
My mother, God rest her soul, passed away three years ago. Seems like yesterday. She loved to fish for catfish more than anything in the world. She liked to fish at night. I couldn't stay as long as her because of my back trouble, so she'd have me leave her there and come back after her later. She'd have her watch but when I came back to get her, I had to wait because she was always just getting a bite. Later on in years, I was afraid to leave her out there by herself and she couldn't understand that. I'd give all I own to be able to take my mom fishing again. If there is fishing in heaven then my mom is doing just that right now.
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