:begin whistling intro:

Jacob getting ready to go fishin'. He's got his fishin' pole.

Well now, take down your fishing pole and meet me at the fishing hole
We may not get a bite all day but don’t you rush away
What a great place to rest your bones and mighty fine for skipping stones
You’ll feel fresh as a lemonade a-setting in the shade

Whether it’s hot, whether it’s cool
Oh what a spot for whistling like a fool
What a fine day to take a stroll and wind up at the fishing hole
I can’t think of a better way to pass the time of day


Rachel casting her line

We’ll have no need to call the roll when we get to the fishing hole
They’ll be you, me, and old dog, trey to do the time away
If we don’t hook a perch or bass we’ll cool our toes in dewy grass
Or else pull up a weed to chaw and maybe sit and jaw

Hanging around, taking our ease
Watching that hound a scratching at his fleas

I’m gonna take down my fishing pole and meet you at the fishing hole
I can’t think of a better way to pass the time of day

Even Sarah Beth is tryin' her hand at it.
Notice her fancy fishin' duds

:fade whistling: