ďME AND TROUTĒ
If a trout bites my hook when I donít look,
How come he donít when I do?
Maybe heís an ornery dude and
Canít stand a fisherman whoís rude
And takes me for a fool
A fool I may be, but ornery I ainít
And my friends will tell you so.
Iím a fun-loving guy although Iím quite shy,
But all my friends think Iím too bold.
The longer I fish, the smarter the trout,
But I become more stupid without a doubt.
Iíve read all the books, be that as it may,
Iíll break a hook and not even look
Till itís much too late in the day.
†I sit on the bank as my beer goes rank,
And I figure itís time to go.
I cuss my bad luck as I look for my truck
And wonder if Iím getting too old.
I think to myself, ďold trouts must have senseĒ
As I inwardly wince and store my gear and pole.
Iíve caught not a thing, but I can still sing
ĎCause fishing has replenished my soul.
Jimmy D. Moore, © 2001