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One, two, three four five,
Once I caught a little fish alive.
It had three urns in its belly,
Inside of each an ask tree grew,
One had Granddad's face on its trunk,
Another had Old Grandpa's hands in its branches,
The third had Old Granny's smile in its roots.
Six, seven, eight nine ten,
I had to let it go again.
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