A little boy takes his tackle and bait,
Finds a spot to cast and wait.
A little old man smiles with a grin,
Points to the water and laughs within.

Don't be alarmed, you're doing just fine,
It's not you, young lad, but at the end of your line.
Plenty of fish, your pops may say, but not in these waters,
I've had my fair share in my day.

You want a young fish, without the hassle,
Treat her like the queen of your castle.
For every trout and bass you may find,
there's a new route for a lass assigned.

Build a boat, sweat and bleed,
Fight for the catch your life may need.
When your line starts to pull, never let go,
The one with the struggle is the one to show.

Tell your mother, tell your pops,
Show your friends, more kudos and props!
Work hard for that catch, but don't set her on display,
Work hard together, and remember this day.