lobworm

The bee with his comb, The mouse at her dray, The grub in his tomb, While winter away; But the firefly and hedge-shrew and lobworm, I pray,5 How fare they?

Finding a large lobworm, I picked it up and gave it to one of them.

They found a few lobworms and re-baited their hooks and cast their lines afresh, but met with no better success than before.

But winter hastens at summer's end, And firefly, hedge-shrew, lobworm, pray, How fare they?

A large lobworm, however, as every one knows, is a very attractive bait for any kind of fresh-water fish except pike.