Ramblings of the Soul (✅)

Counting Beyond The Grave

One, two, three, four, five
The man died at twenty-five
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten
He had a knife and a pen
Used them to cause their end
Had a trusty wisk to then blend
Made a cake in the night
He ate it too and shed the light

One, two, three, four, five.
Once I caught a fish alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine ,ten,
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on the right.