Jack....

Yep....that's what I'm day dreamin' of

Not just hearts and flowers and love

But a sky full of blue

And a lake...not a slough

Where God looks down and smiles from above.

The fish will be jumpin' and splashin'

In such an exhuberent fashion,

Not too sure which hook

But it says in that book

When he gets in the boat, I'm to bash him.

It's really no place for the squeemish

When we have to grab hold of that poor fish

I call husband to land him

To dehook and brand him

As big Jack...then filet....then my dish!