I fain must desire
My reader's attention to turn;
Who is round the place looking,
While his fish are a-cooking,
A snug spot for a nap to discern.
A box full of worms he has laid by his side—
A present young Pat never fails to provide,
And gives him whenever he sees him.
Though often for fun he would place there instead
A snail or a frog, or defunct chicken's head;