Once a little fisherman
Went out to catch some fish.
He thought he soon would have 
Enough to make a handsome dish.

He sat alone on the riverbank
Waiting for a bite.
He sat so patiently
From morning until night.

He sometimes thought of bat and ball
And other cheerful play,
But still the little fisherman
Sat on all through the day.

He felt a little hungry,
So he ate some bread and cheese.
But he was quite afraid to move
And did not dare to sneeze.

For he had been told that fish were quick
Of hearing and of sight.
And so he sat quite still
Until the whinnying light.

And not a fish had he caught,
And now it was very late.
And shall I tell you why it was?
He quite forgot the bait.!

Author Unknown