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 some one 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 -