Winter's over, the weather's nice.
Off to the nearby lake I go,
Where the water's now without ice
And the beaches are without snow.
In hardly any time at all
I'm at the edge of the lake shore.
The gentle waves to me do call
To enter as I've done before.
Wading into water is me.
Kicking my feet and I float out
To where I know success will be
At my favorite spot no doubt.
Time for some fishing to begin,
And so this eager duck dives in.
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