a young fisherman sits and stares at the sea,
making ready his six string rod,
and swimming in his head is a story,
Of a fish that has never been caught,

He ties on a little rock to act as a weight,
Digs his hands deep down in the dirt,
Pulls up a big worm for the bait,
but there´s one little thing he forgot.

All you need is a hook, All you need is a hook,
A small bit of skill, a whole lot of luck,
Once it sinks in, it cannot come out,
It sticks in your gut, it´s in there for good.


(work in progress, Thanks for the spur)