Cute old codger, I look the part,
So use this fact in a sly way.
Got fishing down to a fine art
To get others to want to pay.
Outside my fav'rite bar I sit
With a stick and a piece of string.
Over a puddle I wave it,
Hopefully a sight that will bring
Passersby over who do think
What cute old codger I do be,
And offer to buy me a drink,
Which of course is just fine with me.
I do love fishing by this bar.
Twelve passersby I've caught so far.
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