It was Saturday, and off we went to Chamo!
To fish for Nile-Perch and Cat-fish. We saw
The nasty Crocs basking in the sun, mouths
Wide-open, lazy, waiting for a morsel to shut
Those jaws on. Then we saw those Hippos,
Marshalling their calves to feeding grounds!
First we caught the Tilapia, with fishing-rods
And put them in a tin with holes which we put
Back in the water. Dad and Uncle Pastukh put
Them on bigger hooks, the size of my palms!
For they wanted to land a big catch-a Nile-Perch
Taller than me! My brother and I rowed a boat.
A log floated close to the pier, but the eyes on top
Betrayed it for a cunning monster, cold-blooded
Waiting for a morsel of unsuspecting meat! Not
Getting a bite,we went on a boat-ride,and the storm
Came, and the waves washed over the bow! So we
Turned back to see if we could have a better luck!
Dad and Uncle caught four Nile-Perches taller
Than me! We had to carry them slung from
Poles. Back home, Dad and Uncle dressed the
Carcasses and packed the flesh to be sent to
The Embassy. That evening, Dad and Uncle
Sang patriotic Russian songs, and we ate
Bliny and pickled cabbage and fried potatoes
With garlic and Russian black -bread all made
By Aunty Vera. Thus ended a wonderful Day!