A quiet Sunday afternoon, away from town and work
Scatter all the groundbait down, relax with rod and hook
But as the worm he wriggles round he dreams of just one wish
The angler would fall into the pond and get eaten by the fish
44 The Worm TurnsA quiet Sunday afternoon, away from town and work Scatter all the groundbait down, relax with rod and hook But as the worm he wriggles round he dreams of just one wish The angler would fall into the pond and get eaten by the fish |