The Fisherman
The fisherman patiently holds a rod,
Within the valley's lake, he'll catch a trout.
He waits and waits for a small fish to trod.
With no catch for hours, he's about to nod,
Any time now... Is there no fish about?
The fisherman patiently holds a rod.
He waits for it a long time period,
Any moment, he's sure his reel will shout.
He waits and waits for a small fish to trod.
He desires but one fish, he calls to God,
He can't catch any, he feels like a lout.
The fisherman patiently holds a rod.
Soon he's caught one, it's a fresh-water cod,
It tries to rig away, with its mouth pout.
He waits and waits for a small fish to trod.
Today's fisherman has quite poor method,
The struggling fish wriggles clean back out.
The fisherman patiently holds a rod,