• I'll miss that day
    Even when we repeat that day sevral times
    But still
    each day holds there own memeries
    worth to cherish
    That day
    Or almost every day
    Is when we go fishing

    Smiles on our faces
    Grinning of victory
    Of small contest
    Through a forest
    Swatting at bugs
    The trail goes on
    Then opens up to our secret lake

    Lets cast out then reel back in a huge fish
    And lets do this till sun down
    And set home to tell our stories
    Of the day we went -
    Fishing