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 -

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