Classic Poem

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.