From The Detroit Times, May 5, 1913.
By Frank R. Leet.
Pop sez that this world we live in
Is one big fishin’ pond
An’ we’ve all been fishin’ fer somethin’
Since th’ time the first day dawned.
He sez some are fishin’ fer trouble
An’ others are fishin’ fer fame
An’ the banks of life are alive with girls
A-fishin’ to change their names.
He sez the grafters are fishin’ fer suckers
Newly weds are fishin’ fer bliss
Ministers are fishin’ fer souls to save
The lover to hook a kiss.
He sez the vain ones are fishin’ fer compliments
The bums are fishin’ fer booze
The nabobs are fishin’ fer diamonds and things
The poor fer food and shoes.
He sez that we’re at it all of the time
A-fishin’ fer what we wish
So, when I’m not really a-fishin’ fer fish
I’m fishin’ to fish fer fish.