Classic Poem

I saw a maid down by the sea,
And she was fishing merrily.
Her eye was blue, her cheek was fair,
The glint of sun lay in her hair;
She cast her hook with jocund air,
And laughed with glee
At all the fish that were to be.

And I laughed too,
For well I knew
No fish were in that special cove
Wherein she sought her treasure-trove;
For maids had fished that spot before,
For years galore,
And ne'er a fin had e'er emerged
From where those waters ebbed and surged.

I laughed at the futility
Of fishing thusly in that sea,
And as my roar
Broke on the shore
She turned and cast at me a glance —
'Twas now direct, and now askance —
And then and there
That maid so fair
That fished with such a jocund air,
Made such a catch
As you would find it hard to match;
For don't you see
The fish she caught was simple ME!

Moral :

Don't laugh at maids down by the sea
If they be fishing fishlessly,
Lest it shall chance by some odd crook
Of Fate yourself shall get the hook,
And more or less
Land in a mess,
As I did there
The while she fished with jocund air
And let the warm sun kiss her hair!