One two three four five 1 2 3 4 5 : poem AKA - Once I caught a fish alive One, two, three, four, five. Once I caught a fish alive, Six, seven, eight, nine ,ten, Then I let it go again. Why did you let it go? Because it bit my finger so. Which finger did it bite? This little finger on the right. One two three four five 1 2 3 4 5 : poem AKA - Once I caught a fish alive |