One the surface of the lake
Thousand sunbeams playing their game
The line marking it's own way

Through the mirror of the day

And the boat is gliding slow

Early in the morning glow
The flash of silver will follow
Is calling the green beast from below


Soon it's tail raises the mud
The beast is ready for attack

The reel screams the line beings to run
And the struggle shall begin


Bites the lure a massive bonehead
Pulling hard Blending water
In the boat a firm man standing

The fight is one to hook the monster

And with butter it will be fried

Gulped down with great desire
But soon this tall and fairy man
A fishbone in his throat he will fall


Bites the lure a massive bonehead
Pulling hard blending water

In the boat a firm man standing
The fight is one to hook the monster