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On the surface of the lake |
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Thousand sunbeams playing their game |
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Line is marking its own way |
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Through the mirror of the day |
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And the boat is gliding down |
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Early in the morning glow |
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Flash of silver will follow |
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Calling the green beast from below |
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Soon its tail raises the mud |
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Beast is ready for attack |
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Reel screams the line begins to run |
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And the struggle shall begin |
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Bites that lure, a massive bonehead |
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Pulling hard, blending water |
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In the boat a firm man standing |
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Fight is on to hook the monster |
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Bites that lure, a massive bonehead |
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Pulling hard, blending water |
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In the boat a firm man standing |
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Fight is on to hook the monster |
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And with butter it will be fried |
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Gulped down with great desire |
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Soon this tall and fairy man |
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Fish bone in his throat, he will fall |
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Bites that lure, a massive bonehead |
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Pulling hard, blending water |
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In the boat a firm man standing |
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Fight is on to hook the monster |
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Bites that lure, a massive bonehead |
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Pulling hard, blending water |
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In the boat a firm man standing |
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Fight is on to hook the monster |