Likewise a dream spring.
Dishing from that dish,
The dish is filled with fried fish,
The fish fished from the fine Filchner ice shelf.
It is clear,
The barricade ocean is near,
Even though it was an island,
Whereas fish are kept for the homeland.
So it wasn't with fear,
When the year wants to feed the dear,
So let's leave the barricaded ocean dear,
Even though the journey is not near,
As there lived a wetland,
Instead of starving on the island.
And now we eat the fish,
Fished from the fine Filchner ice shelf,
Located in the wetland,
Which is not a Dreamland.
So it is asked,
Which fish is picked?
So it is said,
So far it is for fed.
And not from the baricaded ocean which is near,
So it is clear.
To dish from the dish,
Filled with fried fish,
From the Filchner ice shelf,
It's not a bad thing,
Likewise a dream spring.