Fishing, all important, using Daddy's lure.
Trying out being a grown-up, and not knowing the score.
Wanting to know what being grown up is all about, yet
not searching for it very far.
Because casting out his worm on a line, has become a
game upon his mind.
Taking notice of everything in sight, glad to be a child,
it's his favorite right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem