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Billy was a butcher a skilled cutter of meat
One day he thought about his life and that it may just be incomplete
He prayed for help and guidance, but a choice he could not pick
Then the Lord peered down upon him and said, "You'd better get on the stick!"
He thought for the longest of what the Lord meant
And exactly the implication of the message that He sent
He searched the world over in all the crannies, nooks and holes
Then one day while backing in his car, he ran over and squashed his only two poles
As he looked at the splinters with disgust and dismay
From the garage to the carport you could clearly hear Billy say
"This shouldn't be that hard there’s got to be a way
I’ve always wanted to do this, so I'll start on it today."
He looked throughout his toolbox confident of his talent and his skill
And said, "These both will look like new again so long as I keep my will."
Billy repaired the broken fishing rods and he beamed at what he’d done
At that moment it just came to him, "I could do this just for fun."
Time marched on and Billy's rods did spread throughout the land
He made each one quite special because all were done by hand
The word of Billy's talent spread far and all around
Of all the brightly colored rods and the sizes that abound
Billy's rods were many varied some limber and some stout
Some strong for a Tuna some lighter for a Trout
Billy built into each one every adornment most admired
Sometimes working late into the evening never willing to retire
Billy only used the best of blanks, guides and handles and nothing ever plain
He never made two rods alike and marked each one with someone’s name
Just then from the kitchen the voice he often heard
He knew this day was ending as he recognized the word
"Billy please come to dinner now it's time to rest from all you've done
But that smell of epoxy glue so she said go take a bath you stink just like a bum
So we knew from that day forward that smell into his nose
Was either Billy’s newly painted rods or Billy's clothes
So no matter what the contest or the prizes of the day
We'll always be so thankful………he lives so friggin' far away.
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