I learned to fish when I was nine,
Daddy said, "don't worry, you're doing fine"
And when I baited that first hook,
I was so nervous, that I shook.
When I caste that first cast,
I knew how to fish, at last,
When I got that first bite,
I jerked the pole to pull it tight.
I started reeling in the line,
Got real nervous and remembered, "I'm doing fine",
I finally saw the fish on the other end,
And then the pole began to bend.
Out he took my line again,
I let him go and go and then,
I jerked the pole and he stopped,
Then I noticed, my line had dropped.
I started reeling again and felt the line was light,
He decided to give up without a fight,
So I reeled and reeled until I brought him in,
I looked at my fish with the hugest grin.
I looked at Daddy and I said,
With my face all flushed and red,
"Thank you so much for teaching me to fish",
My wish to learn how to fish is no longer a wish.