Poem - little finger

Poem - little finger

In the waters so serene and bright,
One day I cast my line with might,
Two fish bites I felt that night,
Three fish I caught with all my might,
Four fish I let go with a sigh,
Five fish I caught and made them fly,
Six fish I let go with a cry,
Seven fish I caught and made them try,
Eight fish I let go with a laugh,
Nine fish I caught and made them half,
Ten fish I let go with a quaff,
Once I caught a fish alive,
But then I let it go, oh so rife,
Why did I let it go, you ask?
Because it bit my finger so!
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger, oh so bright!

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