Father Freddy
Isn’t ready
For the Sunday mass

He is wishing
To be fishing
For a large-mouthed Bass

Father Freddy was out walking
On Friday near the river
When he saw a large-mouth bass
He began to shake and quiver

He raced back home as fast he could
And searched for tackle and bait
But by the time he was through
For fishing it was too late.

He made ready for bed
Like a dreamer
For dreaming he already was
Of making a fine fish dinner
For himself and his friend father Russ.

In the morning he woke up quite early
Put his fishing vest over his robe
He ran out the door in a hurry
And slammed it on his earlobe.

He went to the river and sat in “THE SPOT”
Where he had seen the bass
As hours went by the sun grew hot
And so he began to bask.

He liberally applied his sun screen
Then stretched himself out on the grass
He was dozing away very peacefully when
He was hit with a large-mouth bass.

It had jumped from the river in anger
When it saw Freddy’s fishing line.
“Hey buddy,” it said as he flapped on the father,
“This isn’t your place, It’s MINE!”

Father Freddy was extremely startled
He had never heard a fish talk
He snatched up his pole
And backed away- actually ran,
Why bother to walk?

The fish jumped back in the river
Happy as could be
Glad that he was safe now
Happy he was free

Father Freddy went home discouraged
So he opened his pocket bible
And read about Balaam’s donkey
And how it saved him from a trial.

Father Freddy decided the bass had saved him
From a very uncool fate
So on garbage day he threw away
All of his fishing bait.

And if you ever walk by a river
And see a man kneeling in grass
Be assured that it is father Freddy
Thanking God
For his largemouth bass.