1. Just then his nose was tickled with
  2. A spear of grass close by;
  3. Then came an awful sneeze, which knocked
  4. The pickerel into pi,
  5. And blew its bones, the ice and waves
  6. Two hundred feet on high!

  1. Tim Keyser swam up to the top
  2. A breath of air to take;
  3. And finding broken ice, he hooked
  4. His nose upon a cake,
  5. And gloried in a nose which could
  6. Such a concussion make.
  1. And thus he drifted slowly on
  2. Until he reached the shore;
  3. And creeping out all dripping wet,
  4. He very roundly swore
  5. To use that crimson nose as bait
  6. For pickerel no more.

  1. His Christmas turkey on that day
  2. He tackled with a vim,
  3. And thanked his stars as, shuddering,
  4. He thought upon his swim,
  5. That that wild pickerel had not
  6. Spent Christmas eating him!