An assemblyman nabbed it, and out he came.
He took a gem that as Saturn shone;
It sank in the water without a sound,
And caught a woman who long was known
As the best and purest for miles around.
Sometimes he would laugh and sometimes sing,
For better luck no one could wish,
And he seemed to know to a dead sure thing,
The bait best suited to every fish.
Quoth Satan: “The fishing is rare and fine.”