FOREST, LAKE, AND RIVER 



Even the stoutest bull-frog wakes 



And quake •s, if he but dreams thee near ; 



And oft, when safe, his big voice takes 

 A tremolo of fear. 



O cunning, cruel, greedy Pike 



A-lurk in mud or reedy den, 

 'Thine ugliest trait is — thou art like 



So many, many men ! 



The burly bass, though game, and good 

 In a free fight, distrusts thy ways ; 



And in thy murderous neighborhood 

 By preference never stays. 



