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-