Now it's up, then out of sight. 



Dips that net beneath the wave, 



That mighty fish you've got to save. 



For the Lewis Club has come once more, 



Camping on Petoskey's shore. 



That's the story you often read, 



Now the storm has gone away, 



To come again some other day. 



Nothing but the truth it tells, 



As the membership it swells, 



Again the fish are fancy free, 



Alone in glory, as they ought to be. 



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