Once I caught a fish alive;
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let him go again.
Why did yo let him go?
Because he bit my finger so!
Which finger did he bite?
This little finger on the right!
The fish are finally wired and hung! The are swimming on the way into the bathroom. One of the few previously empty wall spaces in the house.
4 comments:
Nice catch, Jackie. I also love the little poem that accompanied the fish.
Are you going to display the poem too. I think that it would be so cool.
@Mamoo
I think there's a copyright on that poem. It's from the Dr. Seuss book, One Fish Two Fish, after which Jackie's blog is named.
Oh, nice. Artists always have to sell their pretties, but this time you got to keep some. Good for you.
Ah...Papa, I think that you are thinking of "One fish two fish red fish blue fish, this one has a little car, this one has a little car, oh what a lot of fish there are"
This little poem is one that has been around for a while. It is a finger counting rhyme for little little kids.
T, Pottery is one of those things that I do strictly for pleasure because I do it so seldom. I'll give some away, but they are not for sale.
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