Nor left any trace behind.
With a rod or pole he would fish for perch,
Now a rod, pole, or perch of ground
Is more than he needs, and in vain we search,
For his body will ne’er be found.
Now his angling is finished, though once every fin
Which came within reach he’d attack;
He was really so clever at reeling them in,
And his terms were to fish, ‘nett catsh.’
On a lake or pond, or even a moat,