My dad loved to go fishing
It was always one of his joys
You know about young and older boys
It's always fishing or cars
That's what I surmised
"Cause My best friend's dad
Was exactly the same!
So there we were fishing
On a hot summer's day
At Moorook: by the way!
We set up our gear close to the island!
We had a bucket with smelly meat
To lure those plump shrimp
Then dad and his friend would
Load up those fishing hooks
Toss them in and wait patiently!
My brother and I
Were good swimmers by then!
So we got to explore that island
Then when dad called for more bait
We'd haul up that metal bucket
And take them those shrimp
There a-waiting!
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