Страница - 131Страница - 133- And while his nose was thus immersed
- Six inches in the stream,
- A very hungry pickerel was
- Attracted by its gleam;
- And darting up, he gave a snap,
- And Keyser gave a scream.

- Tim Keyser then was well assured
- He had a splendid bite.
- To pull his victim up he jerked
- And tugged with all his might;
- But that disgusting pickerel had
- The better of the fight.

- And just as Mr. Keyser thought
- His nose was cut in two,
- The pickerel gave its tail a twist
- And pulled Tim Keyser through,
- And he was scudding through the waves
- The first thing that he knew.

- Then onward swam that savage fish
- With swiftness toward its nest,
- Still chewing Mr. Keyser's nose;
- While Mr. Keyser guessed
- What sort of policy would suit
- His circumstances best.