Why, William himself might well capture a dish
With this bait; did he use it, I'm sure, not a fish
Would so much as think of rejection.
Now, my Starred-and-striped beauties! Canadian pets!
Crossed-Irish, so doubtful of hooks and of nets!
I drop it in—so! Won't it rummage 'em?
Some sneer at my angling. How savage they'll be
When the secret of my great success they will see
Is Gladstonian bait—à la Brummagem!
[Left winding and winking.