Can We Go Fishing?
After a long hard day at school
All I feel like doing is going to sleep and drool
Just when I start to fall asleep
My baby asks, Honey can we go fishing?
My boss keeps yelling
Tellng me I am doing things wrong.
Just when I think I can not take it anymore
She asks, Baby can we go fishing?
I keep watching her throw her rod
Out into the water trying to catch a big fish
I realized she was my keeper
I know this because when we got home
She asked, Darling when can we go fishing again?
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