Here you will find the Poem Most Anglers are Very Humane of poet Norman Rowland Gale
The kind-hearted angler was sadly pursuing His calling unhallowed of choking the fishes; He bitterly wept, for of course he was doing An action most strongly opposed to his wishes! His vertabra shook as he musingly planned How kindly to threadle the worm he'd begun--it Was plain had the reptile possessed a right hand The penitent angler would gladly have wrung it! He cast in his float filled with tearful emotion And murmured "How fearful, how terrible this is!" And just at that moment, amid some commotion, He jerked out a panting and rather small piscis! "Unfortunate fishlet, what dread impulse brought you To meddle with bait which I carelessly threw in? My dear little swimmer, I'm sorry I caught you, So please don't blame me for contriving your ruin!" "O barbel and salmon-trout, tench, dace and gugdeon, O ev'ry fat jack and each eel (not a conger) Why, why will you grieve me and stir up my dudgeon? Go, die on his hooks who has eyes that are stronger!" But, however, whilst moaning he pulled out a score, And continued his wonderful luck till at last--it Was plain that his soft heart could bear it no more, Too deep were his groans, and--too full was his basket!