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Book for kids (More = better) cry))
Here booklet brought. Author Tim znachitsya Sobakin. The book is called "no boot" (I would say more correctly: "Without the brain"). Not on the first pages are really quite lovely nursery rhymes, but about the middle of the book begins ... Judge for yourself:
Songs hippos
That flying hippos - someone with a song,
who are silent.
I run,
shod in boots,
purple butterfly net.
How to catch a hippo,
the cell immediately planted.
- Sing me a song,
my dear friend, - I would say a hippo.
If you will not sing songs,
then let him go - let fly hippos
vast herds!
TUST flying hippos
here and there,
here and there.
And their simple songs
We sing,
we sing.
Like? Wait, that's not all ...
From I left me Wolf.
From I left me Wolf.
I fed him a cabbage.
It can be seen,
This vegetable is delicious,
seen,
he could not eat.
Wolf went away from me.
How many animal feed or,
Nature for him thread
tight thick belt.
He went to a distant forest,
where there are thousands of trees.
And build a home,
and it pleased climbed.
And then looked around,
and inside the home - empty.
Where are you,
my cabbage?
Where are you,
my faithful friend?
At night the Wolf is sitting on a stump,
melancholy howling at the moon ...
It can be seen,
he has no peace of mind.
It can be seen,
remembers me.
Dangerous Profession
One success is almost unknown,
others are known to all.
And I'm working lunch
in the dining room №27.
I am preparing my aunt Glasha,
To feed the populace.
In my composition - cabbage soup and porridge
(or maybe vice versa).
When I get a cold,
the warming fire.
Comrade,
Be always hungry,
with an appetite to eat me!
My profession is dangerous - almost naked,
completely undressed ...
Although I hope not in vain
I bite and chew.
You will not live without me,
everyone wants to eat well.
Tell me what you chew,
I'll tell you who you are.
We are close neighbors,
do not need to complain to the fate:
I'll let eaten today - tomorrow we'll meet again.
A chance meeting
In the open field
early in the morning
Ivan Kuzmich walked.
Suddenly, the head of Ivan
shplёpnulsya Brick.
Quoth Vanya:
- All sorts of junk
and strives
on top of
top crash,
Sak meteorite!
A Brick sighed:
"How long
I tolerate the attack,
even if
in the open field
nowhere to fall?
In the ocean,
in the bath,
bath
(even on the stove) - everywhere caught Vanya,
Kuzmichi everywhere! .. »
HOMELAND
It was cold.
And quite eerie - as much water in a pond covered with ice!
And ice
the crowd went duck,
angry and hungry besides.
I turned to the ducks:
- Excuse me,
You do not have any food,
no housing.
Why do you, duck, do not fly
in the long and warmer climes?
- Because - I met a duck - that let the pineapple blooms there,
in those places we die from sorrow,
because the homeland for us
This is precisely the frozen pond,
quack quack.
Extortion rumbling in the stomach,
I thought fondly:
"E-mine ...
Here they are - just our ducks!
Here it is - my Fatherland! »
And gone,
unsteadily puts his foot,
even forgetting to put on her.
And the moon was shining in my way;
And the star pointed the way
From
Songs hippos
That flying hippos - someone with a song,
who are silent.
I run,
shod in boots,
purple butterfly net.
How to catch a hippo,
the cell immediately planted.
- Sing me a song,
my dear friend, - I would say a hippo.
If you will not sing songs,
then let him go - let fly hippos
vast herds!
TUST flying hippos
here and there,
here and there.
And their simple songs
We sing,
we sing.
Like? Wait, that's not all ...
From I left me Wolf.
From I left me Wolf.
I fed him a cabbage.
It can be seen,
This vegetable is delicious,
seen,
he could not eat.
Wolf went away from me.
How many animal feed or,
Nature for him thread
tight thick belt.
He went to a distant forest,
where there are thousands of trees.
And build a home,
and it pleased climbed.
And then looked around,
and inside the home - empty.
Where are you,
my cabbage?
Where are you,
my faithful friend?
At night the Wolf is sitting on a stump,
melancholy howling at the moon ...
It can be seen,
he has no peace of mind.
It can be seen,
remembers me.
Dangerous Profession
One success is almost unknown,
others are known to all.
And I'm working lunch
in the dining room №27.
I am preparing my aunt Glasha,
To feed the populace.
In my composition - cabbage soup and porridge
(or maybe vice versa).
When I get a cold,
the warming fire.
Comrade,
Be always hungry,
with an appetite to eat me!
My profession is dangerous - almost naked,
completely undressed ...
Although I hope not in vain
I bite and chew.
You will not live without me,
everyone wants to eat well.
Tell me what you chew,
I'll tell you who you are.
We are close neighbors,
do not need to complain to the fate:
I'll let eaten today - tomorrow we'll meet again.
A chance meeting
In the open field
early in the morning
Ivan Kuzmich walked.
Suddenly, the head of Ivan
shplёpnulsya Brick.
Quoth Vanya:
- All sorts of junk
and strives
on top of
top crash,
Sak meteorite!
A Brick sighed:
"How long
I tolerate the attack,
even if
in the open field
nowhere to fall?
In the ocean,
in the bath,
bath
(even on the stove) - everywhere caught Vanya,
Kuzmichi everywhere! .. »
HOMELAND
It was cold.
And quite eerie - as much water in a pond covered with ice!
And ice
the crowd went duck,
angry and hungry besides.
I turned to the ducks:
- Excuse me,
You do not have any food,
no housing.
Why do you, duck, do not fly
in the long and warmer climes?
- Because - I met a duck - that let the pineapple blooms there,
in those places we die from sorrow,
because the homeland for us
This is precisely the frozen pond,
quack quack.
Extortion rumbling in the stomach,
I thought fondly:
"E-mine ...
Here they are - just our ducks!
Here it is - my Fatherland! »
And gone,
unsteadily puts his foot,
even forgetting to put on her.
And the moon was shining in my way;
And the star pointed the way
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