Classic Poem

Why flyest thou away, with fear?
Trust me, there's nought of danger near;
I have no wicked hooke,
All cover'd with a snaring bait,
Alas! to tempt thee to thy fate,
And dragge thee from the brooke.

O harmless Tenant of the Flood,
I do not wish to spill thy blood;
For nature unto thee
Perchance hath given a tender wife,
And children dear, to charme thy life,
As she hath done for me.

Enjoy thy streame, O harmless Fish!
And when an Angler, for his dish,
Through gluttony's vile sin,
Attempts, a wretch, to pull thee out;
God give thee strength, O gentle Trout,
To pull the raskal in!