Rain, rain, please go away;
The crappie spawn is underway.

The cold fronts come bringing rain and high water;
Finding those slabs is getting harder and harder!

The White River lakes are all high and muddy;
So this is the prayer of me and my buddy.

God, part the clouds and stop the cold fronts;
Staying at home with the wife, is driving me nutts!

This time of year, I belong in my boat;
Not at my castle, surrounded by a moat.

So please lord, more pretty days and less high wind;
And I'll never ask you for anything again.