Sitting on the creek bank,

Fishing rod in hand;

Blond curls tossing,

Blowing in the wind.

Big blue eyes sparkling,

Pink cheeks aglow;

Bound to catch a fish,

Big enough to show.

Delighted at his interest,

I'll help him if I can;

Come and meet my buddy,

He's Daddy's little man.

 Mildred Eslick Garner