FOREST, LAKE, AND RIVER 



Some day, may be born a sportsman 

 Who at once will know my game. 

 Beat me always ; and, moreover , 

 When^ alas I at last, I 'm tame. 

 Being weighed out dead, that Villain 

 Oh ! the shadow of the shame I 

 Oh ! sad gloaming of my glory ! — 

 Then may even change my name ; 

 Or may tell his friends a fable 

 How he caught me " on the fly ; " 

 But I now, a simple laker. 

 In advance that boast deny; 

 And if he would only meet me. 

 Face to face, in water, why, 

 I would give him in his gullet, 

 Deep as to his lungs, the lie ! 

 Not with flies am I caught often ; 

 Reason why, Vm far too "7?y." 



