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What Jerry Caught
by R. P. Scott

Perhaps you've heard of Jerry Joy,
A very naughty little boy.
One day he would a-fishing go,
Although his mother had said " No."
He left his home at half-past eight,
And took with him a can of bait,
A fishing-rod, a line, and hook,
And off he went down to the brook.

A light wind blew, the morn was fine;
Baiting the hook, he cast the line.
He waited. Hour on hour went by,
But not a single fish came nigh.
At last he thought he'd got a bite;
He pulled and tugged with all his might,
And to the bank he slowly drew-
A fish?Oh, no. A worn-out shoe.

And when again the line he cast,
He caught his trousers firm and fast.
In trying to take out the hook,
He slipped and fell into the brook.
He was not drowned, I'm glad to say,
But no more sport for him that day.
He looked upon his muddy clothes,
And said, " My mother, I suppose,
Won't know me, I am such a fright."
Ah! Jerry was mistaken! quite.

When home he got, all in a mess-
He caught a-something-you can guess.