-GONE FISHIN’-

   Yes, the winter is upon us,

     The snow is on the ground,

   And Santa season is not far off,

           But a real fisherman,

     Does not allow winter cold,

 To keep him from where he is bound.

    To the canyon waters he must go,

 To find the big fish in the Gulf Stream warm flow,

    Who cares if he catches none?

 For it is for the trip & the beer that it is done.

          Long run to the canyon,

         A Hundred & some miles,

          But with the right boat,

     A little heat & of course, the beer,

   The trip is well worth buying the gear,

For this time out we will get the biggest catch of the year...

                                          (ed)