I’ve got a rod, I’ve got a line,
I need a fish to make it fine.
I’ll cast my hook in the river deep,
Where denizens of the water sleep.
Awaking them from cosy rest,
With bait I’ll tempt them from their nest.
They’ll take the lure, I’m sure it’s fate,
From stream to bank, then to my plate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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