A Saturday Singer

I get used to seeing blue herons in Florida, but I rarely see them in Michigan. In Florida, many of them turn into beggars, hanging around the docks and fish markets. But, not in Michigan. Here, they work at feeding, having to put the time into hunting and stalking their prey.

This one apparently sings, too. or at least recites.

Oh how I'm wishing...I could do some fishing. Oh how I wish...I could catch a fish. Catching a fish in Mich., that is my wish. Catching a wished fish in Mich., would be my supper dish.

The problem? 

You can't a fisherman be...
if you're lounging on a tree.
If you have a fish hunch...
you have to work for your lunch.