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William Witsell went a
fishin'
Down at Bella V.
Kept a wisin' an a wishin'
Till the clock struck thrree;
Krawdads kept a ketchin'
Till he nearly had a score,
An' then he quit a fetchin'
Up very many more;
Then "Uncle DEe," the poet
Started jerkin' up the kraw
Till he received to blow it,
That his fishin' wuz a draw;
Then he got a nibble
An' he jerked a quarter cat,
Then another little dribble
An' William went to bat.
Sumethin' swallered hook and liver
Almost to the tail,
Nearly pulled 'im in the river
Thought he'd caught a whale
He nearly broke his tackle
A=pullin' where he sat,
An' he made 'er fairly crackle
When he wabbled up his cat,
It wuz a buster sure enough
An' weighed almost a pound,
An' William he had called the bluff
On all the ids around,
An sent 'em hustlin' fur their corks
To keetch a bigger fish
But no kid there in all the works
Wuz fouind to git his wish.
He hung it on his saddle horn
'An galloped home to ma.
The biggest fish since he wuz born
He'd caught in Arkansas. |
