Edgar
Guest From "The Path To Home" 1919
A feller
isn't thinkin' mean - Out fishin'
His thoughts
are mostly good an' clean - Out fishin'
He doesn't
knock his fellow men
Or harbor any
grudges then
A feller's at
his finest when - Out fishin'
The rich are
comrades to the poor - Out fishin'
All brothers
of a common lure - Out fishin'
The urchin
with the pin an' string
Can chum with
millionaire an' king
Vain pride is
a forgotten thing - Out fishin'
A feller gits
a chance to dream - Out fishin'
He learns the
beauties of a stream - Out fishin'
An' he can
wash his soul in air
That isn't
foul with selfish care
An' relish
plain and simple fare - Out fishin'
A feller has
no time fer hate - Out fishin'
He isn't eager
to be great - Out fishin'
He isn't
thinkin' thoughts of pelf
Or goods
stacked high upon a shelf
But he is
always just himself - Out fishin'
A feller's
glad to be a friend - Out fishin'
A helpin' hand
he'll always lend - Out fishin'
The
brotherhood of rod an' line
An' sky and
stream is always fine
Men come real
close to God's design - Out fishin'
A feller isn't
plotting schemes - Out fishin'
He's only busy
with his dreams - Out fishin'
His livery is
a coat of tan
His creed -to
do the best he can
A feller's
always mostly man - Out fishin'
