Now We Are Six

I’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,

But he doesn’t know I’m fishing —

He doesn’t know I’m fishing .

That’s what I’m doing—

Fishing.

No, 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,

And he doesn’t know I’m newting—

No, he doesn’t know I’m newting .

That’s what I’m doing—

Newting.