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KILLING THE PIKE.
The greedy pike lies basking cool, Beneath the shade in yonder pool,
Alert to seize his food ; By skilful hand is hurled the bait, To lure the tyrant to his fate,
And drag him from the Hood.
The shining tempter o'er him flies ; He glares around with hungry eves,
And rushes on the prey ; Then moves along with lordly pace, To seek some snug and lonely place,
Where he may dine to-day.
At last he stops, and sinking deep, Seems for ten minutes fast asleep,
In sweet indulgence lost. I'll wake him soon as you shall see, And let him know that verily,
He's dining to his cost !
The time is up ! I turn my reel, And wind my line until I feel
I've got my distance right; Then, holding firmly, let him dash, And dive and plunge, and lash and plash,
And fight his bravest light.