The Angler & The Clown

The echoing bridge you here may see,
The pouring lynn, the waving tree,
The eager angler fresh from town⁠—
Above, the contumelious clown.
The angler plies his line and rod,
The clodpole stands with many a nod⁠—
With many a nod and many a grin,
He sees him cast his engine in.

“What have you caught?” the peasant cries.

“Nothing as yet,” the Fool replies.