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! íhe 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-
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