Monday 24 September 2012

One two three four five 1 2 3 4 5 : poem

One two three four five 1 2 3 4 5 : poem
AKA - Once I caught a fish alive

One, two, three, four, five.
Once I caught a fish alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine ,ten,
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on the right.

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