Oh joy, a master, one of the clan;
Fooling a trout with my Royal Coachman;
At one with nature, a moment sublime;
The reigning hero and a fly tied for a dime;
Flies are fished either wet or dry;
Post-graduate for fly fishers is to tie;
With vise and feathers one does ply;
Creating imitations just visible by eye;
Philosophy, ethics, morality he cries;
So important to most users of flies;
In eulogy for a great fly fisher it was said;
Character, creed, and philosophy of the dead;
Reflected in his flies, specifically the head;
Neatness and precision are my demise;
Ritual dictates the lure's pattern and size;
Mine, all taken by fish with tears in their eyes.