(For your airs and ill-temper will only amuse us).
Pray just think how you took,
And for fun, on a hook
Soused us head over heels in the depths of the river,
For the fishes to bite
Till we're washed away quite.
But the thought is enough to make any worm shiver.
But your sport
Is all caught,
And 'tis our turn to tease.