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Edgar Guest - The Real Bait
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To gentle ways I am inclined;
I have no wish to kill.
To creatures dumb I would be kind;
I like them all, but still
Right now I think I`d like to be
Beside some rippling brook,
And grab a worm I`d brought with me
And slip him on a hook.

I`d like to put my hand once more
Into a rusty can
And turn those squirmy creatures o`er
Like nuggets in a pan;
And for a big one, once again,
With eager eyes I`d look,
As did a boy I knew, and then
Impale it on a hook.

I`ve had my share of fishing joy,
I`ve fished with patent bait,
With chub and minnow, but the boy
Is lord of sport`s estate
And no such pleasure comes to man
So rare as when he took
A worm from a tomato can
And slipped it on a hook.

I`d like to gaze with glowing eyes
Upon that precious bait,
To view each fat worm as a prize
To be accounted great.
And though I`ve passed from boyhood`s term,
And opened age`s book,
I still would like to put a worm
That wriggled on a hook.
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