I was a wishin' To go a fishin' Got me a pole, Away I stole, Down to the crick' Ran in a lick, Found me a worm, And did he squirm, Worm felt the hook, Gave me a look, I said to him, It's sink or swim, He swam, Damn, My hook was bare, Worm was not there, Lost my bait, Getting late, No fishin' No wishin' No worm, No squirm, He swam, Damn.
Hey Wicked One... It be Monkey Boy... Ya got to quit fishin' in the 'Stute's fish bowl cause I understand the Nurse be dumpin' seds into the water. And how be Ian, that dog European? Hope nobody has tried to grill that pup.
Well, time to head back to the cell. See ya around the 'Stute.
Wicked Witch of the East
Andrew my pretty.... hehehe... it tweren't the stute fishbowl I be a fishin in.... I thought I had caught me a carp... turned out to be Cratchet.. had to throw her back... too boney.... Ian is always by my side... still trying to figure what type of European dog he might be... maybe a weienerschnitzel.... see ya round the stute.... beware of the hook in Cratchets mouth...