Fishtales Aesop Rock

Once upon a time in the days of yore
When the people lived fresh out of legend and folklore
There was an old geezer with a fever to curb
He had a hook, and a line, and a sinker, and a worm
Slept in a city that kissed the seashore
Woke with a bait-and-tackle store trip each morn
Not a bother, not a lot to say
That is until you ask about the one that got a-w-w-w-way

Like a tall tale, keep it rod and reel
With his arms stretched out to define the kill
While the village always listened, believin' him was different
Out of eight million stories there was not a single witness
It was always at the last second when the line snapped
Or the boat broke in half from the size of the catch
Either way the documented proof didn't exist
So the locals dismissed the big f-f-f-fish

Billy-goat beard twenty years in the making
Carry lures in his brim, carry beer in his waders
Stink like alcohol of all prominent flavors
Carry knives in his vest, carry war in his nature
Sat among the forest floor critters and pine cones
And tied a perfect fly with his eyes closed
Veteran angler with a mission to run
Make all naysayers hold t-t-t-tongues