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:

Autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink, and write it down.

I sent a message to the fish:
told them "This is what I wish.

Little fishes of the sea,
They sent an answer back to me.

Little fishes' answer was
"We cannot do it, Sir, because-"

I sent to them again to say
It will be better to obey.

Fishes answered, with a grin,
Why, what a temper you are in!

Told them once, I told them twice:
would not listen to advice.

Took a kettle large and new,
Fit for the deed I had to do.

Heart went hop, my heart went thump:
Filled the kettle at the pump.

Some one came to me and said
The little fishes are in bed.

Said to him, I said it plain,
Then you must wake them up again.

Said it very loud and clear:
went and shouted in his ear.

But he was very stiff and proud:
Aaid, "You needn't shout so loud!

’he was very proud and stiff:
Said "I'd go and wake them, if-

Took a corkscrew from the shelf:
Went to wake them up myself.

When I found the door was locked,
I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked.

When I found the door was shut,
I tried to turn the handle, but-