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JUNIOR REPORTER
Fishing Poem
by Liam S., Grade 5, St. Anne's Elementary School, Peterborough, ONCast, cast, cast, there goes my line
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm feelin' fine
Shred, shred, shred, it's a hot summer day
Perfect, perfect, perfect, what's better than laying by the bay?
Hey, hey, hey, what's that I feel?
Ah, ah, ah, it's a tug on my reel!
Eek, eek, eek, he's putting up a fight!
No, no, no, he's out of sight!
Wait, wait, wait, he's coming back
Whew, whew, whew, he's as heavy as a sack!
Look, look, look, he has no teeth that are pointed and sharp.
Ew! It's a big fat Carp!