Fishin’ Song (Poetry)

By Amy Potter ©April, 2005

Chorus:

Fish for breakfast. Fish-head stew.

Fish for dinner. Supper, too.

I got one pray’r; I got one wish:

that I weren’t so good at catchin’ fish.

Verse: Took my worm can and my long cane pole.

Took me a walk to the fishin’ hole.

Caught me a catfish, bluegill, too.

Reeled in an eel in an old black shoe.

Chorus:

Fish for breakfast. Fish-head stew.

Fish for dinner. Supper, too.

I got one pray’r; I got one wish:

that I weren’t so good at catchin’ fish.