The sun is up at last he bade
The bird of Myrtle Beach
The sun is up at last
I must search for fish and fast
I stand as still as I can
In tide up to my knees
And watch where tiny fishes swim
A little bite, catch him
I stand and wait quite stoicly
For movement around 'bout me
It took some time, he took the bait
My stomach full, it was worth the wait...