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ON ANGLING. 1 1
A little Carp from span just hatcli'd, Once on a luckless day was catch'd ; The fisher smiling at his prey ;
Quoth he, 'tis something to begin, Into my wallet shew the way,
For greater to go in. The Carping saw the impending fate, And strove with all his little prate,
To ward the fatal blow ;
Alas ! he cry'd, in me
A puny scanty thing you see,
Not worth a Shrimp or Grig ; Indeed you'd better let me go,
And catch me when I'm big. I then will prove a noble fish,
To grace my Lord Mayor's board; Thus he will have a dainty dish,
And you increase your hoard. I'm not a mouthful for a child ;
A hundred such as I
Might on a saucer lie, Unfit for eating, fry'd or boil'd ; Why then shall be broiled,
Our angler he made reply,
And that this very night. The fisherman was in the right.
This lesson can never be too often ronn'd, A fish in the pan is worth two in the pond.
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