HOW CAN I KEEP FROM FISHING?

A fly tied on a bamboo rod,
Above my head a swishing
A mountain stream, a sportsman dream
How can I keep from fishin’

No job can stop my angling thought
For every day I’m wishing
That life could pay its own sweet way
And I could keep on fishin’

For when the river round me roars
I know the fish they liveth
And when they bite a well tied fly
I know the joy it giveth

No job can stop my angling thought
For every day I’m wishing
That I resign, put up a sign
That simply says, gone fishin’

The many tales of big ones lost
My nightmares now fruition
Undaunted though I must prevail
How can I keep from fishin’

No job can stop my angling thought
For every day I’m wishing
That I recruit a substitute
And I could go on fishin’

And when a lunker finds my net
I feel no less ambition
For yonder swims a bigger one
How can I keep from fishin’

No job can stop my angling thought
For every day I’m wishing
A fond desire to just retire
And I could go on fishin’