Now We Are Six/Down by the Pond

by Alan Alexander Milne

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He thinI’m fishing.
Don’t talk, anybody, don’t come near!
Can’t you see that the fish might hear?
He thinks I’m playing with a piece of string;
He thinks I’m another sort of funny sort of thing,
He thinBut he doesn’t know I’m fishing—
He thinHe doesn’t know I’m fishing.
He thinHiThat’s what I’m doing—
He thinHThaiFishing.

He thNo, I’m not, I’m newting.
Don’t cough, anybody, don’t come by!
Any small noise makes a newt feel shy.
He thinks I’m a bush, or a new sort of tree;
He thinks it’s somebody, but doesn’t think it’s Me,
He thAnd he doesn’t know I’m newting—
He thNo, he doesn’t know I’m newting.
He thNiThat’s what I’m doing—
He thNThiNewting.