Deep Deep in the Woods

I once knew a man who went fishing
every chance that he could.
Sometimes camping out in the wilderness
deep deep in the woods.

There he found a honey hole,
at a place in which nobody knew.
He would fish there over and over
again whenever he wanted to.

One day a boy came a walking,
looking for something to do,
when he spied the man who went
fishing deep deep in the woods.

He wondered why this was so,
as only a curious boy would,
that a man would go fishing,
deep deep in the woods?

It came to him in a mighty flash,
the reason the man did what he would.
It was to get away from the rest of the
world like only he knew he could.

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