My neighbor glanced in my window today
With a whistle he had little to say
You wouldn't happen to have spare coal
Not today I used it to darken me pole
A frown and lines creased his head
Isn't common to weight with lead
Not this one for I'm fishin' for me soul
I have to prepare me dryad fishing pole
Curiosity obvious when he continues to say
Dryad's don't live in water on this day
Aye, and they don't like the average worm
Only a dryad fishing pole makes them squirm
Concealing the pole
He puts on his pants
