He went fishing and came back empty handed
So I went down
to the river
rolled up my pants
put my hair up
and used my hands

He said he had had never seen
a girl like me
He likes my sugar and spice,
how cute I am, and how I am
always nice

I told him he talks so sweet
and I asked him if he was ready
to eat

I presented the catfish
I had caught
His eyes got big and his
mouth started to water
I told him I caught the fish
from the river with bare hands
for tonight's dinner

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