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Edgar Guest - Fishin’-Hunger
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BLUE skies mighty temptin`, an` the sunbeams coaxin`, too,
An` my wo`k is gettin` harder ebery day;
Ain`t a-takin` any int`rest in de things I has t` do,
Jes` sittin` heah an` wishin` time away.
Jes` a-wishin` fo` de fishin`
An` de wet line gayly swishin`
As I fling it t` de middle o` de stream,
An` I let it drif` and dribble,
Till I feel de pick`rel nibble,
Dat `s de burden o` my everlastin` dream.

Dere is some folks call it hook worm, an` dere’s others say dat I
Am jes` nacherly inclined t` laziness; 
An` I aint a-goin` t` quarrel or dispute or argufy, 
It`s de fishin`-hunger `s got me though, I guess. 
Jes` de fishin`-hunger schemin` 
An` a-keepin` of me dreamin` 
An` a-lurin` me out yonder t` de bay 
Where de pick`rel am playin` 
An` de willow trees am swayin`, 
It`s de fishin`-hunger makes me act dis way.
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