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ОглавлениеTHE MOST PRECIOUS THING IN THE WORLD
Snap and crackle! Leap and glow!
Turn to smoke and ashes but
Not too fast and not too slow!
In its heart a story lies;
Only you can set it free.
Fire, fire burn my log
While the tale is told to me!”
WHY THE GREEN FOREST HAS NO KING
“Little Black Cricket you fiddle all day;
Fiddle and fiddle while hidden away.
When I wake up with the stars shining bright
I’m sure, little Cricket, you fiddle all night.
Little Black Cricket pray why do you hide?
Music like yours is a matter for pride.
Is it because you are fearful you may
Find someone taking your fiddle away?
Little Black Cricket we really should know
What is your fiddle and what is your bow;
How you can steadily use them without
Having your bow and your fiddle wear out.”
The King is strong;
The King, you know,
Can do no wrong.
Why you always run away.
Are you always in a fright?
Why is it your tail is white?
Peter Rabbit, won’t you stay?
Won’t you come with us and play?
We won’t hurt you, Peter dear.
What is it you always fear?
Peter Rabbit, must you go?
Peter, Peter, don’t you know
We have only love for you?
Love you dearly? Love you true?”
Treat me kindly; treat me fair.
Luck I beg that you will bring,
Golden apple on a string.”
A WONDERFUL AND BEAUTIFUL DISCOVERY
And he shouted ‘Ha, ha!’ And he shouted ‘Ho, ho!
I cover you deep, little tree, with snow!
But the day will come if you grow and grow
When I’ll test your strength with a mighty blow.’
