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The sun shines through the windows of my log cabin

The wind gently blowing across my face

It is eight o clock in the morning

But theres no time to sleep in

I go get my fishing rod and tools

And leave out the front door

I get in my rocking rowboat

And I row far out into the lake

I lower my fishing rod, attached with a greasy worm

Into the depths of the lake

I tilt back on my seat and wait, and wait

Woosh!  A fish with scales glistening like the sun

Emerges from the lake

I get the fish off my hook

And i lower it back into the lake

And so begins my perfect day.