And the big white moth for the cool twilight
But of all the bugs in earth and sky
I’ll bet my boots on the Cowdung Fly!
So early, &c.
Then anglers all you can’t go wrong
If you’ve plenty of Cowdung Flies along
You never will want for fish to fry
If your book’s well stocked with the Cowdung Fly!
Song of the Bass
Over the waters, merrily dancing,