A FISH-ING AD-VEN-TURE.
Pa-tient lit-tle fish-er boy, sit-ting by the brook,
Has a pole, and has a line, and has a pret-ty hook;
Up come the lit-tle trout, speckl-ed gold and red,
Catch them-selves on pur-pose, be-cause it is our Ted.
Glad lit-tle fish-er boy puts them in a pail;
Ev-er-y lit-tle fin-ny fel-low flound-ers like a whale;
Home he runs, home he runs, cry-ing out with joy,
"Mam-ma, see what I have done—your bold fish-er boy!"
Pail is old and rus-ty—what will Ted-dy do?
Bot-tom part has fal-len out, fish-es have slipped through!
Stop a bit—wait a min-ute! some-thing is a-wry!
Hold it up!—poor lit-tle Ted! will he laugh or cry?