For it seems the fish think they're put to amuse them,
And away he will drag them, or into bits chews them—
Just avoiding the hook, which might stick in their teeth.
Oh, their cunning it really surpasses belief!
One would think they were brought up from birth as a thief.
But I'll try trolling now, as they seem on the feed,
They must swallow the hook if the bait they then heed.
But vain his hope, though time away
Skips fast; the fish admire delay,