Oh, who would not a-fishing go all on a summer’s day?

 

Oh, who would not a-fishing go—a-fishing go—a-fishing go?

 

  Oh, who would not a-fishing go where fishes sport and play?

 

                             Little Joe Otter¹.

 

Farmer Brown’s boy with his rod and a can of worms was making his way to the Laughing Brook². He felt good all over, did Farmer Brown’s boy. He felt good because it was the kind of a day to make any one feel good. And he felt good because it was a holiday for him and he knew that he had earned it. He had worked hard in the hayfield for days and days, and in the cornfield and in the garden, and never once had he complained. You see, he knew that the work just had to be done. That morning at breakfast Farmer Brown had given him a surprise. It was such a splendid surprise! He had told him that that day was to be his very own in which to do just what he wanted to do. Do you wonder that he felt good all over?

 

The very first thing he thought of was fishing. He just knew that the speckled trout³ were waiting for him to catch them. And now he was on his way with a lunch in his pocket and joy in his heart, so much joy that it was bubbling out in the merriest of whistles. As he made his way through the Green Forest to the Laughing Brook, it seemed to him that all the little people he saw by the way were glad because he was glad.

 

Now there was a certain quiet pool deep in the Green Forest where Farmer Brown’s boy was certain he would find hungry trout. He hadn’t the smallest doubt of it. More than once he had looked down in that clear pool and seen big trout there, and he was sure he would find them there now. So he headed straight for this particular pool. When he was near enough he put a fat worm on his hook and dropped it in the water. He didn’t doubt that it would be taken at once by a fat, hungry, speckled trout.

 

“I ought to catch at least three in this pool,” said he to himself, and waited, keeping perfectly

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