The stream of time, where you’ll always find him—
Casting his line in the rushing tide,
And landing the fish on the bank behind him.
He sat at ease in a cozy nook,
And was filling his basket very fast;
While you might have seen that his deadly hook
Was differently baited for every cast.
He caught ’em as fast as a man could count;
Little or big, it was all the same.
One bait was a cheque for a round amount;