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Edgar Guest - Out Fishin`
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A feller isn`t thinkin` mean,
    Out fishin`;
His thoughts are mostly good an` clean,
    Out fishin`.
He doesn`t knock his fellow men.,
Or harbor any grudges then;
A feller`s at his finest when
    Out fishin`.
    
The rich are comrades to the poor,
     Out fishin`;
All brothers of a common lure,
    Out fishin`.
The urchin with the pin an` string
Can chum with millionaire an` king;
Vain pride is a forgotten thing,
    Out fishin`.
A feller gits a chance to dream,
     Out fishin`;
    
He learns the beauties of a stream,
     Out fishin`;
An` he can wash his soul in air
That isn`t foul with selfish care,
An` relish plain and simple fare,
    Out fishin`.

A feller has no time fer hate,
     Out fishin`;
He isn`t eager to be great,
    Out fishin`.
He isn`t thinkin` thoughts of pelf,
Or goods stacked high upon a shelf,
But he is always just himself,
    Out fishin`.
    
A feller`s glad to be a friend,
    Out fishin`
A helpin` hand he`ll always lend,
    Out fishin`.
The brotherhood of rod an` line
An` sky and stream is always fine;
Men come real close to God`s design,
    Out fishin`.
    
A feller isn`t plotting schemes,
     Out fishin`;
He`s only busy with his dreams,
    Out fishin`.
His livery is a coat of tan,
His creed -to do the best he can;
A feller`s always mostly man,
    Out fishin`.
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