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Hear that babbling brook go bubbling by
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I’m finkin’ of finding some fish to frippity fry
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Down by the creek, whether weather’s bright or bleak
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Just a rod and a line, some tackle and time, each day of the week
Wigglin’ and a-wagglin’ through the water and they don’t ask why
Makes ‘em mighty tasty oh me oh my oh my
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Heat bug hookety-hooked that’s my fishing fly
Patience now please while papa’s playin’ out his lie
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See that silly sucker teeth sunk on the line
Got some good grub for me and that gal of mine
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Smothered in sputterin’ butter in the frying pan
Better than baking up beans in a battered tin can
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