Darkly secret in the denizens of the 'father'
You watch and wait on hunger patrol
Seeking the unwary prey of injured souls
smashed by constant roll of propeller blade

You the ultimate cleanser of life not done
Await in reedy water margin lithe spirit of the deep
Rapier fast and sharp are the teeth you sport
For nought are you called the devil fish

And I a mere man see just thee in my minds eye
surreptiitiously waiting twixt  reeded stems of bullrush
Or on the weir cill at evening waiting to pounce
On limitless bleak or turgid  Roach dashed upon the wall 

And so I cast my lure on Fenwick blank  and Pflueger spool
To fifty yards or more beyond the main again and again
With varied retrieve and wanton feel of the plug dance roll  
Perchance to stroll through another day at the mill

So dashed the thrill of your jarring take as you make
The attempted way back home and I chilled to the bone
On winter morn call for a dram of whiskey born to my lips
A toast on thee my desperate quarry surely you are the devil fish