'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the Glass,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a bass.
To Bridge Street in DeWitt
I rode with a clatter,
And cast in a line
To see what was the matter.
Then what to my watering eyes
Should appear,
But a nice, hefty pike
Toward my minnow drew near.
He fought hard,
He fought fast,
But I got my wish,
I reeled in my line and landed the fish!
I put him back in the Glass,
And he swam out of site,
Saying "Merry Pikemas to all,
And to all a good bite!"
