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TO MY BOYS AND THEIR BOYHOOD DAYS A Boy his dog and his fish'in pole
Me and my dog and my fish1in pole Headed for the swim'in hole What recollections this brings to me Of my childhood days, in the use to be
Looking under every log Hoping to find a fat little frog 0, chasing crickets all about 0! what bait, to catch a trout
I keep wondering where time must go
And about the pals, that I use to know
Who gathered round on a summer day
With their fish'in poles, and their chatter gay
Time moves on and as you see
All I have left is the memory
Of a story, so often told
Of a boy, his dog and his fish'in pole
May 31,1961
"To My Boys"