One the surface of the lake
Thousand sunbeams playing their game
The line marking its own way
Through the mirror of the day
And the boat is gliding slowly
Early in the morning glow
The flash of silver will follow
Is calling the green beast from below
Soon its tail raises the mud
The beast is ready for attack
The reel screams the line beings to run
And the struggle shall begin
Bites the lure A massive bonehead
Pulling hard Blending water
In the boat A firm man standing
The fight is one to hook the monster
And with butter it will be fried
Gulped down with great desire
But soon this tall and fairy man
A fishbone in his throat he will fall
Bites the lure A massive bonehead
Pulling hard Blending water
In the boat A firm man standing
The fight is one to hook the monster