The Fishin' Hole

Well now, take down your fishing pole
 And meet me at the fishing hole
 We may not get a bite all day
 But don't you rush away
 What a great place to rest your bones
 And mighty fine for skipping stones
 You'll feel fresh as a lemonade a-setting in the shade
 Whether it's hot, whether it's cool
 Oh what a spot for whistling like a fool
 What a fine day to take a stroll and wind up at the fishing hole
 I can't think of a better way to pass the time of day
 We'll have no need to call the roll
 When we get to the fishing hole
 They'll be you, me, and old dog, trey to do the time away
 If we don't hook a perch or bass
 We'll cool our toes in dewy grass
 Or else pull up a weed to chaw
 And maybe sit and jaw
 Hanging around, taking our ease
 Watching that hound a scratching at his fleas
 I'm gonna take down my fishing pole
 And meet you at the fishing hole
 I can't think of a better way
 To pass the time of day