“It might lead to summat”: that’s (as Shakespeare said) the rub!
So I’m not going to tell you, anyway not yet,
If the elvers are eels,
White baby eels,
Tiny shiny eels,
Caught with a net—
Or another quite separate wriggly kind of grub,
For I’ve seen more fights over that outside a pub
Than ever you saw at Barton Fair when Joe
The brown gipsy man,