I'm fishing for salmon
In a river of emerald green
I cast my line out into the current
And that immediate bite wasn't foreseen
I yank my pole upward and real in the beast
He jumps and splashes, trying to escape his doom
But later he will be a feast
I get him to the water's edge and see the beauty of the beast
He was green and silver, an incredible sight
His shiny scales glowed in the sunlight
I brought him up onto the beach after his courageous fight
Unhooked him, and let the beautiful beast free into the Skykomish river
The beautiful beast would not be a feast
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
I'm fishing for salmon
In a river of emerald green
I cast my line out into the current
And that immediate bite wasn't foreseen
I yank my pole upward and real in the beast
He jumps and splashes, trying to escape his doom
But later he will be a feast
I get him to the water's edge and see the beauty of the beast
He was green and silver, an incredible sight
His shiny scales glowed in the sunlight
I brought him up onto the beach after his courageous fight
Unhooked him, and let the beautiful beast free into the Skykomish river
The beautiful beast would not be a feast
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