A Fish Story

One, two, three, four, five

Once I caught a fish alive.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Then I let it go again.

Why did I let it go?

Because it bit my finger so.

Which finger did it bite?

The little finger on the right.

Nursery Rhymes
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