Bait Pail Vase
Copyright 2008 Lindsey Montana

I'm gonna grab the tackle and the poles
Let's head down to the fishing hole
Down along the shore, we'll forget we're poor
The lake will be our private pool of gold

Don't forget to bring my old guitar
The kids can hold it in the back seat of the car
You can sing some songs, I will play along
Little Jenny can catch crickets in a jar

Cattails in the bait pail
Trimmed with Daisies and some Queen Anne's Lace
Add my Brown-Eyed Susan,
You've never seen a better lookin' home-made vase

Looks like a nibble on your line
Don't forget to set the hook this time
That last one that you had sure made you look real bad
I laughed so hard I nearly cried

Here come those angry bluejays back again
Reminds me of your mother and her friend
Oh I shouldn't talk that way, she has nice things to say
But she really needs to learn to count to ten

Cattails in the bait pail
Trimmed with Daisies and some Queen Anne's Lace
Add my Brown-Eyed Susan,
There's never been a better lookin' sweetheart's face

I see the sun is down behind the trees
And I can feel the chilly evening breeze
I guess it's time to go, but now at least we know
That we can do this any time we please