If you want to make a kid happy
Just put a fishing pole in his hand
As soon as he snags one
He'll feel like the King in his land.
There's nothing like the feel
Of a tug on the end of the line
His heart starts to race instantly
It could be a branch with a little twine.
It's not only the sport of fishing
But he's bringing food for dinner
So proud that kid will be
A sport that makes him a winner.
So if you want to make a child happy
Get them started in this wonderful game
Put that rod in his or her hands
And they will never ever be the same!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The child's eyes speak.
Thank you Luo, for reading my poem and commenting. I appreciate it.