One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Shall we go to fish again?
Not today, some other time,
For I have broke my fishing line.
When I was just a little one, these are the nursery rhymes and songs my daddy and mummy sang to me. Now that I have little ones of my own, I will sing the same to them.
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