42 THE ANGLER'S GUIDE. 



In smiling day he '11 often prey 



A little way from home, 

 But if it's cold, he'll keep his hold, 



And seldom from it roam. 



Let then your troll just round the hole 

 Be work'd with tact and skill, 



That he may see, and tempted be 

 His empty pouch to fill. 



Then should he take, he will not make 



A circuit very wide 

 At home he's found, and near the ground 



Within his haunt he'll hide. 



Yet when he finds that hooks and lines 

 Are not most pleasant cheer, 



He'll make a drive, in which he'll strive 

 To get his stomach clear. 



But give him play in skilful way, 



And very soon you'll see 

 His gills of red and furious head 



He'll boldly shake at thee. 



And then he's done his race is run 

 His tail he'll scarcely wag ; 



Mind how you land he's in your hand ! 

 Just pop him in your bag. 



