Gone fishing, won't be back till late, gonna catch me a big un, boy I just can't wait

Been trying for years to catch this fish, it's as big as my arm, if not a foot longer, this time i'm gonna win, i'm leaner, fitter and stronger

Hours passed by, not a bite in sight, until the line jerked, i've got it I yelled!!!...and reeled him in with all my might

I raised my line and to my suprise, it was a tiddler on the end, a finger bite size..

'This is not good' I said with a sigh, how can I go back empty handed with just this tiddler, not enough to fill a pie

I headed back home with an empty basket, my dreams of catching the big un, it would of filled a casket

Took me a detour and went to the pub, wanted to quench my thirst to drown my sorrows, no catch, no pike, not even a chub

Still, I thought, a tall tale wouldn't go astray, I'll tell the lads in the local about the one that got away

'Oooh, it was as big as a house I said, I struggled so much I fell in the lake, I was such a mess

By the time I'd finished the story, you'd have thought I cought good old Ness....Or should I say Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster!!!