I Speak for the Fish: ‘Twas the night before Fishmas | |
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the lakes
Not a creature was stirring, not even a drake;
The poles were all strung by the river with care,
In hopes a big salmon went cruising by there; |
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The sunfish were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of nightcrawlers danced in their heads;
And ma in her Carhartt, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long fishing nap. |
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