Show HONEST Trie ONE 7 t I F FI I I I I uIt 1 I I II I II I II I I 4 When the halcyon balcon days das of eld I was a little tyke I used to fish in pickerel ponds for minnows and time the like hike And ah au the bitter sadness with which my mr soul was fraught When 1 I rambled home at nightfall with the puny string Id ld caught And oh the indignation and the valor Id display When hen I claimed that all the biggest fish Id caught cat had got away Sometimes it was the rusty rust hooks sometimes the fragile lines And Anti many man times the treacherous reeds reed would foil foU my just designs But whether hooks or reeds or lines were actually actual to blame I kept right on at losing all the monsters Just the same sameI I I never lost a little fish Yes I am free to say It always was the biggest fish I caught that got o away Eugena Eugene Field |