Tell them,
That,
Master Fisher journeyed for miles
Through the cactus and acacia farms
They gave him their warm welcome
On the way to the river
Tell them,
That,
He stumbled
On those sharp pebbles by the river
And the honed gravels gave his feet the kiss of his life
Limpets injected the hallux of the healthy man
The kind river treated his horse to ragwort
Tell them,
That,
He dressed his hook
But fingerlings threw party with it
Strong tides beat his trap ashore
School of fish silhouetted in his humble basket
Tell them,
That,
He hooked but venomous
He hooked but drop of water
He wished to be on board
The finest cruises passing by
Tell them,
That,
Sweat laundered his clothes
He grew goosebumps on summer
And sunburns on winter
Tell them,
That,
Now that the gold coin bears his name
The flame came from wet flints