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Friday, November 26, 2010
Facinating Fish
My grandmother taught me this poem:
Fishy, Fishy, In a Brook
Fishy, fishy, in a brook
Daddy caught him with a hook
Mommy fried him in a pan
And baby ate him like a man.
I have always been fascinated with it. Does anyone know where it comes from?
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