Tiff’s fishing day

In the golden glow of a summer's eve,

A little girl giggles, full of joy, she believes,

By the stream where the wildflowers grow,

Tiff's casting dreams that only children know.

Buddy takes Tiff, it’s a fishing day,

With a heart full of laughter, they’re on their way,

"Look, Daddy! Look at my catch!"

A little fish wiggling, she won't let it detach.

She calls, "Daddy, help me! Don't let it be,

I want this fish to swim with me!",

He smiles wide, with a gentle embrace,

As she twirls 'round with a splash of grace.

In the sunlit fields, where the melodies flow,

Tiffy wild and free, with her heart all aglow,

Dance to the rhythm of their country tune,

Under the watchful eye of the silver moon.

With his old guitar, he strums a sweet song,

Tiff dances 'round, where her dreams belong,

"I’m a little mermaid, caught in the sea!"

Her laughter echoes, as bright as can be.

She shouts, "Look at me, Daddy, do you see?

In this big world, it’s just Tiff and me!"

He pulls her close, they sway side to side,

He’d catch the stars just to be her guide.

In the sunlit fields, where the melodies flow,

Tiffy wild and free, with her heart all aglow,

Dance to the rhythm of their country tune,

Under the watchful eye of the silver moon.

As the fireflies begin to light the dark,

Buddy whispers softly, igniting a spark,

"Tiff, you’ll grow up, but always hold tight,

To our fishing days and those twinkling nights."

With her heart in his hands, she knows he’s right,

For every little moment is a pure delight,

So here's to the laughter, the dance, and the song,

A bond between daddy and daughter, forever strong.