Dick had the bait in a pink china dish,
Ted had a basket, to bring home the fish,
And Tommy, the captain, went marching along
With a gold-headed rod on his shoulder so strong.
Three little fishermen, out on the bay,
Laughing and shouting, went sailing away,
Sailing away with the wind and the tide,
And the little waves danced as they ran by the side;
But the worms wriggled out of the pink china dish,
And the gold-headed rod only frightened the fish.