The Trout is a fish
You’d like on your dish
They’re as frustrating as they can be.
Neither plug or live bait
Nor grub or cut skate
Could reverse your fate called fish-free.
Even when they’re in sight
Don’t mean that they’ll bite
They’ll feast whenever they please.
Oh this shell game they play
“That’s trout fishin’” we say
And we love it from this year to next.
Now my frosted hands tingle
The thoughts of Kris Kringle
And visions of trout yet to be!!