only I don't sing it,' he added, as an explanation.
`In winter, when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight --
`I see you don't,' said Alice.
`If you can see whether I'm singing or not, you're sharper eyes than most.' Humpty Dumpty remarked severely. Alice was silent.
`Thank you very much,' said Alice.
`In spring, when woods are getting green,
I'll try and tell you what I mean.'
`I will, if I can remember it so long,' said Alice.
`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.'
`You needn't go on making remarks like that,' Humpty Dumpty said: `they're not sensible, and they put me out.'
`I'm afraid I don't quite understand,' said Alice.
`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 -- "'
`It gets easier further on,' Humpty Dumpty replied.