The carp he is a wily beast
All day he makes me wait.
I cannot tempt him in the least
He scorns my meagre bait.
I’ve never caught his like before
Not once in all my days.
I’ve studied ancient fishing lore
And tried the modern ways
I’ve hung from trees and paddled boats,
I’ve hidden in the weeds,
I’ve camouflaged my fishing floats
And cast among the reeds.
But nothing yet has brought success
In this elusive chase.
I’m much distressed as you can guess
‘Cos I am losing face.
My brother Pete is next to me
Upon the lakeside shore
He never catches less you see
He always catches more
It’s getting late, I’m desperate
To catch this noble fish.
O gods take pity on my fate
And grant my fervent wish.
I dress the hook with luncheon meat
The best that we could buy
I sit down on the fishing seat
To give it one last try
There’s my float out on the water
And underneath, the fish.
Carp he nibbles just a quarter,
A dainty little dish.
Suddenly he makes a blunder,
He grabs the bloomin’ lot.
Like a flash the float goes under.
Oh what a silly clot!
I lift my rod and strike it home
The hook is in his lip.
No matter where he wants to roam
He won’t give me the slip.
He ducks and dives, he twists and weaves
Across the murky lake.
He thinks he’s free, he misconceives,
He’s heading for the take.
He’s on the line, he’s mine all mine
From tip to taily fin.
His head is up! A certain sign
That he is all done in.
I haul him to the landing net
And get him on dry land.
8 lbs, says Pete, I’d like to bet.
Here let me take your hand.
O little brother do not wince,
No need to look forlorn,
You’ve just caught the biggest fish since…
The biggest fish… since you were born.
I smile, I grin, I laugh aloud
At his cack-handed praise.
I’ve made my older brother proud
This is the day of days.