It's such a long line, not twine--sturdy mono*
Give it some play now, that's how--catch bonito*.

Bait: throw the chum* over the side.
Get some beers--we're kind of dried.

And if the line breaks, we'll make repairs today.
I know the smell's strong; hold on; block the airway.

Bait: throw the chum over the side.
Get more beers--we're kind of dried.

I reel as though I've hooked coho*,
Because my rod is drooping toward the sea.
My line's askew--it has trussed you,
Which means you can't get bait for me.

It is a strong line; you're tied up like a bow.
Don't try to break out; chill out; I'll let you go.

Wait until I get my bait knife--
I could use the jaws of life.

I'm peeling slow, but you yo-yo,
And you scream: "Get this line off me!"
And when I'm through, you fall into
The bucket of bait that's slimy.

You're covered with slime; it rimes; you crust and moan.
Have some filet now--sea cow*; pair it with Rhône.*