Thursday 24 December 2015

A LITTLE POEM ONE, TWO

                       ONE, TWO


one, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
But I let it go again.

Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.

Which finger did it bite?
The little one upon my right.


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