It was cold on the lake in the setting sun.
They'd been there all day, but they'd seen none.
They were looking for fish,
But that was an optimistic wish,
There were no finned creatures in this watery dish.
Tomorrow will be better,
With much nicer weather.
The fish will be out in droves,
Hiding under rocks and in coves.
We'll have plenty of food for our stoves.