Fishing Buddies Poem by Ima Ryma

Five year old Zack and I go to
Try out Zack's brand new fishing pole,
Go down to the lake dock to do
A catch of the day as the goal.
Zack's parents are watching close by,
But Zack told them, just him and me
Will give Zack's fishing a first try.
The folks can watch, but let us be.
Hook, line and sinker, Zack drops in
The water, the two of us wait
For the fish biting to begin.
I say nothing about no bait.

But I'll stick close till fishing end,
Cuz this puppy is Zack's best friend.