Hook...A Childrens Verse Poem by Steve Howard

The fisherman went to the sea he did,
he did, he did, did he.
To catch a fish, a tasty fish,
tra lo, tra la, tra lee.
He was in a hurry, a dither, a flurry,
he was, he was, was he.
So he could hardly wait, to cast his bait,
tra lo, tra la, tra lee.
He felt a tug on the end of his line,
he did, he did, did he.
But when he pulled it back to shore,
there was no fish to see, to see,
there was no fish to see.
A fish rose up in the water,
he did, he did, did he,
and said, "You were in a hurry, a dither, a flurry,
so much you did not see,
that your bait was barely on the hook,
but thanks for feeding me, tra lee,
yes thanks for feeding me.".
The fisherman went to the sea he did,
he did, he did, did he,
and because of a hurry, a dither, a flurry,
he caught no fish you see.
So supper was late, and supper was bait,
tra la, tra lo, tra lee.