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 'When plumcake and sugar for ever he picks, And sweetmeats and comfits and figs; Pray let him get rid of his own greedy tricks, And then he may laugh at the pigs.'

LXII. THE LITTLE FISHERMAN

There was a little fellow once, And Harry was his name; And many a naughty trick had he— I tell it to his shame.

He minded not his friends' advice, But followed his own wishes; And one most cruel trick of his Was that of catching fishes.

His father had a little pond, Where often Harry went; And in this most inhuman sport, He many an evening spent.

One day he took his hook and bait, And hurried to the pond, And there began the cruel game, Of which he was so fond.

And many a little fish he caught, And pleased was he to look, To see them writhe in agony, And struggle on the hook.