Doc Adams and Festus went fishing one morning.
Doc had his new pole but Festus had none.
They got to the river and finding a good spot,
They settled right in for a slow day of fun.
Now Doc had some lures that he got from old Jonas,
He baited his hook and cast out far and wide.
His keen eyes scanned every inch of the river,
His mustache positively bristled with pride.
Festus just cut off a wand from a willow,
And spit on a chunk of moldy old bread,
Then threw out his line and lay back by the river,
And covered his eyes with the hat from his head.
The first fish came biting and Festus stopped snoring.
He sat up and pulled in the end of his line.
He added the fish-a good foot-to his basket,
And cast out again without baiting his line.
That night everybody had fried fish for dinner,
Which Festus prepared and served to one and all,
But Doc was a little bit late for the banquet,
Because he was making an important call.
He went to the storekeeper Jonas and asked him,
Why all his new lures didn't catch any fish.
Jonas was clueless but Festus could tell him-
Them store bought hooks never did fill up a dish.