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Song speaks for itself...
Oh, to sing and dance and play - on this ripping, rustic day
Trees are turning red and gold. In the shade the air is cold
Falling leaves fly with the breeze. Flitting birds trill in the trees
By me flows a stumbling stream, where-in fish swim 'round and dream.
And the clever fisherman -casts the fly with expert hand,
gets the flipping fish to bite - he's my sweetheart or I might
Push him in to have a swim - see if someone catches him
Push him in to have a swim - see if someone catches him!
Look he's caught a lovely fish! Never grace a Royal dish.
Gently he removes the hook - I don't even want to look - hey!
Off it swims with one big flip - though the hook has hurt its lip.
Let the fish go off and play, on this ripping rustic day!
reminds me a bit of an Everly Brothers tune...