The Foolish Fish 🎣🐟
"Dear mother," said a little fish, "Is that a worm I see? I'm very hungry, and i wish you'd get the worm for me," "Sweet innocent," the mother cried, And started from her nook." "That worm you see us there to hide The sharpness of a hook." As I have heard, the little trout Was young and foolish too, And presently he ventured out To learn what might be true. Around about the worm he played, With many a longing look, And "Dear me! " to himself he said, "I am sure there is no hook." "I think i'll give one little bite:" And that was what he did, And thus he died in hapless plight By not doing as he was bid.