(Appreciated when listening to Good Bait, by Charlie Parker)
Seafood is my favorite dish
I reckon that's the reason I love to fish
My biggest kick comes when I get where it's wet
Cast in my line and then set
Around and wait
To see who'll rise to my good bait
The bait I use is this worm
My special species, sorta squirmy but firm
I dip him down into the depths of the deep
Swish him around with a sweep
To tickle fate
And see who'll rise to my good bait
That's when the big kicks are mine
I get a nibble, there's a tug at my line
At first the fish may try to put up a fight
But once they've taken that first bite
Then it's too late
To get away from my good bait
As I am reeling 'em in
Some try to flee me with a flip of a fin
Feelin' they're free as I allow 'em some slack
Until I ease 'em on back
My skills are great
Once they get hooked on my good bait
The fight is finally fought
The fishin's finished for the fish has been caught
So what, if she must be some poor mother's daughter
She's a fish out of water
On my plate
Because she rose to my good bait
Say what, you feel for the fish
And so this song does not conclude as you'd wish?
You say the way you fit yourself in the picture
You're the fish, not the fisher
And you further state
You don’t get hooked on bait
Well, I believe what you say
While I’ll be sorry seein' you swim away
Before you go I know we're not gonna quibble
About one little nibble
Or you’ll hate
Yourself for passing up good bait