Behold the Fisherman...for Wardaddy and Mozart

Behold the Fisherman!
He Riseth Up Early in the Morning,
and Disturbeth the Whole Household.
Mighty are His Preparations.
He Goeth Forth Full of Hope.
And When the Day is Spent, He Returneth,
Smelling of Strong Drink.
And the Truth is not with Him!

LOL

Somewhat reminiscent of the Seven Ages of Man My mother didn't mind the whiff of Scotch......what she really hated was when we ...rarely.....actually brought back a fish to cut up and cook.