Well now

Take down your fishing pole

And meet me at the fishing hole

We may not get a bite all day

But don't you rush away

What a great place to rest your bones

And mighty fine for skipping stones

Youll feel fresh

As a lemonade

A setting in the shade

Whether it's hot

Whether it's cool

Oh what a spot

For whistling like a fool

What a fine

Day to take a stroll

And wind up at the fishing hole

I can't think

Of a better way

To pass the time of day

Well have no need to call the roll

When we get to the fishing hole

They'll be you

Me

And old dog trey

To do the time away

If we don't hook a perch or bass

Well cool our toes in dewy grass

Or else pull

Up a w**d to chaw

And maybe sit and jaw

Hanging around

Taking our ease

Watching that hound

A scratching at his fleas

I'm gonna take down you fishing pole

And meet me at the fishing hole

I can't think

Of a better way

To pass the time of day