A feller isn’t thinking mean---
out fishin’
His thoughts are mostly good and clean---
out fishin’
He does not knock his fellowmen,
or harbor any grudges then.
A feller’s at his finest when---
out fishin’.
A feller’s glad to be a friend,---
out fishin’.
A helpin’ hand he’ll always lend,---
out fishin’.
The brotherhood of rod and line
an’ sky and stream is always fine,
Men come real close to God’s
design,--- out fishin’.
A feller isn’t plotting schemes,---
out fishin’.
He’s only busy with his dreams,---
out fishin’.
His livery is a coat of tan; his creed
---to do the best he can;
A feller’s always mostly man,---
out fishin’.