A Fish Story (Nursery Rhyme)

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.

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