On the surface of the lake

Thousand sunbeams playing their game

The line is marking its own way

Through the mirror of the day



And the boat is gliding slowly

Early in the morning glow

The flash of silver will follow

Is calling the green beast from below



Soon its tail raises the mud

The beast is ready for attack

The reel screams the line begins 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 on – 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 on – to hook the monster