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.