There was lots of excitement in Bury.
When the traveling fairground turned up
And young Billy NIxon had been practicing.
The game that they called hook a duck.
He stole an old coat hanger from t’wardrobe.
The one on which Dad hung his suit.
And when Dad found his garb creased and crumpled.
Of the culprit he was in pursuit.
When Billy explained to his Father,
how long he’d been training himself
To just hook a duck wit’ right number on
and select him a prize from’t top shelf,
All year long Billy dreamed,
of the prize he was going to get
A lifelong companion, a family member, a dependant, a friend and a pet.
When Billy arrived at the fairground, he headed to his favorite stall.
He selected his hook very carefully, though he tried he won nothing at all.
Then all of a sudden it happened, the changing of young Billy’s luck
On the fortieth try, he held his stick high, and the family cried “ Hook a duck! “
Now Dad, who had witnessed the triumph, was pleased that his son had his wish.
But could n’t help sharing his viewpoint, that they’d spend forty quid on a fish!
“As for hook a duck” he continued, or something that sounded the same.
They’d spent forty quid for a fish in a bag and fer’t fishbowl were playing again!.
Billy had longed for a Goldfish, a pet he intended to train.
He named the fish Bob, coz when he opened his gob, he was already saying his name..
Another crowd pleaser Bob mastered, a trick that brought fortune and fame.
He became a breakdancing Goldfish, as soon as his fishbowl was drained.
This man and his fish became famous.
And each went and published a book.
“The guide to training your goldfish,” and ``The Secrets of hooking a duck.!”