In
winter, when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight.
In Spring, when
woods are getting green,
I'll try and tell you what I mean.
In Summer, when
the days are long,
Perhaps you'll understand the song.
In Autumn, when
the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink, and write it down.
I sent a message
to the fish:
I told them "This is what I wish."
The little fishes
of the sea,
They sent an answer back to me.
The little fishes'
answer was
"We cannot do it, Sir, because-"
I sent to them
again to say
"It will be better to obey."
The fishes answered,
with a grin,
"Why, what a temper you are in!"
I told them once,
I told them twice:
They would not listen to advice.
I took a kettle
large and new,
Fit for the deed I had to do.
My heart went hop,
my heart went thump:
I filled the kettle at the pump.
Then someone came
to me and said
"The little fishes are in bed."
I said to him,
I said it plain,
"Then you must wake them up again."
I said it very
loud and clear:
I went and shouted in his ear.
But he was very
stiff and proud:
He said "You needn't shout so loud!"
And he was very
proud and stiff:
He said "I'd go and wake them, if-"
I took a corkscrew
from the shelf:
I went to wake them up myself.
And when I found
the door was locked,
I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked.
And when I found
the door was shut,
I tried to turn the handle, but-
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