The Springtime Am A-Comin', And The Dogwood Soon Will Bloom, With The Blossoms Ten Times Thicker Than The Green Leaves Are In June, And If Yer Want Some Pleasure That I Nominate Divine, Just Git Yer Minnow Bucket, And Yer Hook And Pole And Line, And Slip Away Some Mornin', When The Weather'S Bright And Still, And Hang A Four-Pound Jumper At The Dam Below The Mill! There Are Lots Of Other Pleasures In The Old World Here Below, And A Mighty Heap Of Happiness A Feller 'll Never Know-- But Never Mind About 'Em--Just Yer Slip Away And Feel That Something So Delectable That Over Yer Will Steal; For It Sets The Pulses Beatin' With A Magic Kind Of Thrill When Yer Hang A Four-Pound Jumper At The Dam Below The Mill! When Yer 'Gin To Take The Fever, And Yer Feel It Comin' On, Why Yer Boun' Ter Go A-Fishin', Just As Shore As Yer Born; Then Ye'D Better Git Yer Trapping'S In The Proper Kind O' Fix, And Go And Hear The Music When Yer Reel A-Spinnin' Clicks; For He Rushes Through The Water At A Pace That's Fit Ter Kill When Yer Hang A Four-Pound Jumper At The Dam Below The Mill!