

SMALL FRT 



We are darters, like the arrow; 

 Dandies ■, we, of lake and stream ; 

 We, the angler love to harrow, 

 As we dart and glide and gleam. 



Myriad foes give us no respite, 

 From our birth until we die. 

 Brains and tricks outwit them, despite 

 All their wiles. We 're quick and shy. 



Ranging wide as cross to crescent , 

 Colors, bright as bright can be, 

 Opalescent, iridescent, 

 Brilliant as our pedigree. 



Life to us is short, but jolly ; 

 Dodging danger is our play ; 

 Longevity at best is folly ; 

 Enjoy each moment while you may. 



'Thus our part in life we 're acting, 

 'Thus we serve our purpose well ; 

 Mental work we find exacting, 

 But in sprinting, we excel. 



Ken the rodsman deems us worthy, 

 When we serve as taking lure ; 

 And, in jaws of trout or pick'rel, 

 Find our grave, all premature. 

 vol. ii. — 19 289 



