Four Bites Full

It's five, six, seven in the morning Father and son headed out to the lake Pop out the back, grab a pole and line Lunch in the knapsack, dinner on the mind Up the winding road on the edge of the canyon Out by the dam in the virgin pines Tucked in the hills with the greenhouse farms Scattered in the shade by the worn out mines Carrots and tea and a can of worms Double-end paddle and a red canoe Extra sweater and a pair of boots A boy and a man and not one clue It's nine, ten, eleven in the morning Far past time when the fish are on the shoreline Laid back, going through the motions Staring at the sun and murdering time And I've got one, two, three, four sunfish Sitting in the back of my dad's old ranger Bring 'em home to mom Gonna gut 'em with a steak knife Four bites full and your dinner's all done Carrots and tea and a can of worms Double-end paddle and a red canoe Extra sweater and a pair of boots A boy and a man and not one clue