The Pond I went out walkin yesterday Not a fish could see It was all cold and frosty As I bent down on my knee To peer into the murky gloom And softly call their name But no one answered, cos you see They played the heron�s game So next year I feel I have to change Solution for to find To beat the dreaded heron And save these fish of mine (Nets, fishing line or gater�s head? A 12 bore gun to make them dead? Or buy myself a dog instead? And go back to my comfy bed?........ ) Who knows the joys and woes of ponds Cept those who venture there So keep you spirits high aloft Pack it in?? DON�T DARE
