ONE TWO THREE FOUR, FIVE

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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 my right.

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