When the wind is still and the sun shines out!
No maiden so coy and no widow so sly
But he’ll jump like a shot at the Cowdung Fly!
So early, &c.
A tough old cuss is the big black bass
It’s a mighty hard job to bring him to grass
But it makes no odds how hard he may try
He can’t resist the Cowdung Fly!
So early, &c.
There’s many a fly of old renown