.I want to go fishing, I swear this summer it will come to pass
In some clear mountain stream, knee-deep in the rippling glass
And I've got to see the ocean, with it's scales shining in the sun
And not just any old ocean, but the Pacific from the 101
And I'll learn to play the fiddle,.
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