My Favorite Things...

Raindrops on tin roofs and screen doors a slammin,
The sound of the chutes and the takeoff and landing,
All of the boxes of snack cakes we bring,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Bob with his hair jigs and Trent’s ears all crusty,
Beer battered walleye and stories a plenty,
Giving the year’s first nightcrawler a fling,
These are few of my favorite things.

When the Amish Gripe.
When there’s no bite.
When the bugs are bad…
I try to remember my favorite things,
And then I don’t feel so sad.

Pliers with tethers and Gin by the cap full.
Showing the colors of chips being helpful,
Rookies bright faces on first chutes sighting,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Boats tied together to see who’s is biggest
Aaron for once goes the week fish pot winless,
Moose in the weedbeds and glimpses of mink,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Troy and Andy at the mouth of the river,
A swig on a cold day sure staves off the shiver,
Hearing the drag on my reel make that zing
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the heat comes,
When the week’s done,
When I pack my bag,
I try to remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad.