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!