Took no part in such cavortin’ as above.
With the Sun-fish (ah! the one fish!) calm I fed,
And, grown bolder, softly told her of my love.
But the Conger cried “No longer shall this be!”
And the Trout now said “No doubt now it must end.”
Said the Tench, then, from his bench, then, “Count on me!”
And the Salmon cried “I am on hand, my friend.”
