The Fishing Trip. Down by the river, with the little fishing hut, Sat a little old man and his dog called Mut, They went to the water, were the little fishes swim And the little old man, threw the little dog in. He swam to the bottom, floated to the top, Turned on his back, kicking flippity flop, Down went his nose followed by his tail, Gliding through the water like a slippery eel. Mut stroked down, the trout shot out, The fisherman yelled, then gave a shout, He held out his net and the fish was hooked, All ready to go home, to the pot, and cooked. Diddily Dee Dot 2007 October 31st