It gave him such pleasure to tease him.
For old Peter was one who could not stand a joke,
And at one time young Pat got his head nearly broke
Through a comical trick which he played him.
For as slumb'ring one day by the water he sat,
Pat had fixed to his hook the stale corpse of a cat,
And then snug in the river's depth laid him.
Which the friar, when waking, had deemed a rich prize,
And his little mouth watered, and twinkled both eyes,
As in scales, in his mind's eye, he weighed him.