On the sand with breaking tide
I watch the surf where seahorses hide
On the shore of water cold
I view the lake where fish are bold
A boat passes with fishermen canny
loaded with tackle and sandwiches many
I sit and watch as fish swim by
as fishermen let their lures fly
In their dreams a Fairy fair
blesses the water everywhere
As the fish pass beneath their feet
fairies keep the water clean and sweet
So now the day has come and gone
sometimes we sing a victory song
Then there are times we are empty handed
for the whopper we missed was never landed
The tales we bring home to one and all
is the monster we missed because of one phone call
So over the mantle still sits uncle George
with a knowing smile of sympathetic discord.