Little Andy
~The Fishin' Trip~

Hi there, Mr. God.
It's me, little Andy, again.
I was sick, yesterday.
Didn't you wonder where I been?

Mamma says it's spring fever
And she says daddy's got it, too.
You take good care of yourself, here,
So I won't pass it on to you.

I'll stand away, a bit,
So I won't be 'tagious.
Daddy says were going' fishin'
That that would be good for us.

Do you wanna come along?
We got hot dogs, chips and soda pop.
We'll build a fire and stuff, and
Have marshmallows with chocolate on top.

I was jest wonder'n
Could you bring grandpa along?
He wouln' have to do any of the work,
'Cuz I know he isn't very strong.

Daddy says he's all better, now,
Since he went to your house to stay.
Grandpa really loves fishin' and
We haven't been since he went away.

Grandpa took me, last year,
Mr. God. We had so much fun
And we ate the fish we got, and
We laid on a blanket ~ in the sun.

Do you and Jesus go fishin'?
Grandpa can teach you how, if you ask him.
He's an expert, daddy says.
He says Jesus is a fisher of men.

Now, I don't know about that.
But, if daddy says so, then it's true.
Are the men in a boat, or what?
S'pose it's different, up there, with you.

Well, I hope He gets lots of men, Mr. God,
So as they won't drown.
Then need to learnt to swim, I guess,
'Fore they go near the water and mess around.

Daddy says we need to be like Jesus
And be fishers of men.
Hey, Mr. God, how do I do that?
I can hardly bring a little fish in.

But, if I see any guys in the lake,
I'll throw them my life jacket.
Prob'ly have to let daddy. He can
Toss further, so they can get it.

Oh, Mr. God, gramps never
Told me all about that.
We never saw any guys
Where we were fishin' at.

But, I'll keep a watch out,
Jest in case we do,
And, after we fish them out,
We'll send them on to you.

I sure wish grandpa was here,
This year, he was gonna teach me
How to bait my own hook and stuff,
And I could sit on his knee.

I guess daddy will do that, now,
Since grandpa's busy help'n Jesus.
Don't tell him we've been sick,
Else he'll worry bout us.

'Sides, mamma says we'll feel better
If we go fishen', today...
Says we'll come back feel'n good.
Daddy says, "Yes dear, any thing you say."

Well, Mr. God, daddy's ready.
Maybe you could come over late;
That is, if you can.

If Jesus wants to fish for fish,
When He gets 'em,
He can cook 'em in our pan.

Well, Mr. God, Sir, tell every one 'hi
An that I love 'em all'. I sure do.
Well, daddy's honkin' the horn, to go.
It was nice a talkin' to you.

Bye, for now.
Little Andy

Copyright by Sandra Griffin