With a bucket and a fish sifter,
Followed brothers and sister,
With ardour and dazzling smile,
Had already walked for a mile,
It was hot and ditch was drying,
Had not seen any fish swimming.
On returning, suddenly heard sound
Stopped walking and turned around,
Slided down although ditch was sharp,
Removed grass and found a grass carp
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