Twas the night before sockfest and all over the land,
All were preparing 20 ft leaders by hand.

From scale bar to grassy and all in between,
not a sockeye was jumping none had been seen.

The Springs had been creamed for over 10 weeks ,
most of them caught outside of their cheeks.

The tackle shops were packed,lines outside of their doors,
they were like some crazed bunch of gear selling wh@res

When all of a sudden a noise from afar,
it sounded as if it was from Maple leaf bar

There were screams and yells and a glong- glong- glong,glong,
and it wasn't the sound of the flossing crowd gong.

You could hear the voices of Max,Lew and Chris,
they were speaking in whispers something was amiss

Of in the distance at the end of the bar
Dk and Doc Spin had caught 4 sockeye so far

There is something strange about this whole story,
they were caught with bar rods,tell you how,I'm so sorry.

Bent Rods and be safe