The echoing bridge you here may see...

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.