About his nibbled bait, or scornfully
Dart off and rise and leap....
And these are by J. Wolcot:
Why flyest thou away with fear?
Trust me there's naught of danger near,
I have no wicked hooke
All covered with a snaring bait,
Alas, to tempt thee to thy fate,
And dragge thee from the brooke....
Enjoy thy stream, O harmless fish;