In winter, when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight,
In spring,when woods are getting green,
Mum, i'll try and tell you what I mean.
In summer, when the days are long,
Friends, perhaps you'll understand the song.
In autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take a pen and ink and write it down.
"I sent a message to the fish,
I told them 'This is what I wish'
The fishes of the sea,
They sent an answer back to me.
The little fishes' answer was,
'We cannot do it, sire, because....
The wish you wished was my will"
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