Well I remember yon fine day
down by the deep Loch Ness.
I cast my fly so far away
which soon caused me distress.

Instead of hooking trout out there
on mud banks thick and messy.
Stepped through flat fish floundering where
I had to battle Nessie.

I wrestled her as you have guessed
though that was not my plan.
I only wished for herring dressed
not pilchards from a can.

It took a while to free the line
that Nessie had entangled.
I found my rod, my tackle, twine
hopelessly were mangled.

She gave a roll of victory
and left at a great rate.
I Then saw, look full at me,
her own enormous mate.

Glad to say they went their way
and left me on the bank.
Now each day I sit and pray
and wonder who to thank

Fifth verse originally looked like this; (Thanks Mand and Rula)

She gave a roll of victory
and left at a great rate.
I Then saw look full at me
her own enormous mate.