Author: Marty Henry
Hey Mr Flathead I know your hiding in those deep dark holes.
But here I come with my mighty Henry pole.
Itís dark and spooky along those river banks.
But sooner or later youíre going to take my bait.
Yes the fight is on, my reel singing my favorite song.
Pulling and tugging down the river you go.
But I'm going to fight you from head to toe.
Now youíre trying to bend my hook, and bust my line.
I'm sorry MR flat head it's not happening this time.
Who really won this fight tonight?
When you look at my picture I'm standing to his right.
Tired, sore beat up and bruised.
Now this MR flat head made front page news.
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