A Fish Story (Nursery Rhyme)

Submitted By: Jill

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.

Author: Unknown
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