Out Fishin'

Harlequin

A fellow isn’t thinking mean, Out Fishin’.

His mind and thoughts are always clean, Out Fishin’.

He doesn’t knock his fellow men or harbour any grudges then

A fellows at his finest, Out Fishin’.

 

The rich are comrades to the poor, Out Fishi’.

All brothers of a common core, Out Fishin’.

The urchin with the pin and string can chum with millionaire and King

Vain pride is a forgotten thing, Out Fishin’.

 

A fellow’s glad to be a friend, Out Fishin’.

A helpful hand he’ll always lend, Out Fishin’.

The brotherhood of rod and line, and sky and stream is always fine

Men come real close to God’s design, Out Fishin’.