The Trout
| Naughty little speckled trout, Can’t I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the water every day? |
| Do you pull the Naiads’ hair Hiding in the lilies there? Do you hunt for fishes’ eggs, Or watch tadpoles grow their legs? |
| Do the little trouts have school In some deep sun-glinted pool, And in recess play at tag Round that bed of purple flag? |
| I have tried so hard to catch you, Hours and hours I’ve sat to watch you; But you never will come out, Naughty little speckled trout! |
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