The Apprentice Baiter
Even when he was a boy
He knew he loved the sea
The closeness of it brought him joy
It was his place to be
Then he noticed fishing boats
And deck hands working on them
Briskly mending nets and floats
They fired the passion in him
He saw the posting for two hands
And asked which need was greater
Someone who swabs and paints and sands
Or the new apprentice baiter
They took him on to work the bait
He handled it quite well
On him they never had to wait
His head began to swell
They titled him the baiting kid
They'd never seen one faster
The seaman showed in all he did
At baiting he was master
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