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When, in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, / I used to fish in pickerel ponds for minnows and the like; / And, oh, the bitter sadness with which my soul was fraught / When I rambled home at nightfall with the puny string I'd caught! / And, oh, the indignation and the valor I'd display / When I claimed that all the biggest fish I'd caught had got away!
Sometimes it was the rusty hooks, sometimes the fragile lines, / And many times the treacherous reeds were actually to blame.