Exploring the depths of Barren River
With a silver spoon, a hook and line
I searched and waited a shining sign
A tremor or quake, a glance or shiver
Of life beneath the silver plane;
When action struck and a lively cat
Took up my spoon and a fierce combat.
We struggled awhile on edge to gain
Until she lay on the floor of my boat.
I called my closest friends to say
Of my good luck, O what a day!
But my big chance to boast and gloat
Arrived on the day of their first grandson.
My poor catfish! I guess they won!
