Gone Fishing! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! with The Kingfisher Poem by john (called jack) wren

Gone fishing, says the sign
Upon the door,
Gone fishing, wont be back
Till after four.
My rod is the best design
My hat is so sublime
My net the finest twine
I guess now is the time.
To go fishing
With the sun upon my back,
And I'm hoping
I haven't lost the knack.
To the fish I'll say how-do
Remember me, I'm lightening blue,
Please don't create a ballyhoo
I'm only after two.
So while I'm water dipping
Start potato chipping.
I've gone fishing
And I'm dreaming of what's a dishing.