Jimmy Was A Wishing
Oh, Jimmy was a wishing that he could go a fishing!
He found some string, he found a pole.
To look for worms he dug a hole.
Oh, Jimmy was a wishing that he could go a fishing!
Soon two fat worms were in his hand
He asked his mother for a coffee can.
Oh, Jimmy was a wishing that he could go a fishing!
He got a hook and sinker form his brother Joe;
He fixed them on his line just so-so!
Oh, Jimmy was a wishing that he could go a fishing!
He took two dimes and a quarter too
To buy a bobbing cork that was shining new.
Oh, Jimmy was a wishing that he could go a fishing!
Jimmy sat all day beside his plastic pool.
He caught no fish, but it sure was cool.
Written for my son Gerry and read to him when he was a little boy.
All poetry on this page has been published in the anthologies called Stories and Poems by Members of the
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