Bill and Bert Go Fishing.

Let’s go home, said Bill to Bert.
I’ve had enough of fishing,
My clothes are wet, my ankles hurt,
And half my tackle’s missing.

Stay a while, said Bert to Bill,
You’ll catch ‘em if you try,
Besides, the water’s clear and still,
And the rain is passing by.

I don’t care said Bill I’m wet,
I’ve really had enough,
We haven’t seen a fish as yet,
I’m packing up my stuff.

Alright, said Bert as you wish,
But maybe you should wait,
I’m sure I saw a little fish,
Just nibble on your bait.

A little fish, said Bill, no way,
You’re telling me a lie.
You’re saying that to make me stay
I’m going home, Goodbye!

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