(Inspired by Gregory Gladkov)
One simple fairy-tale,
And maybe not a tale,
And maybe not so simple
We'd like to tell you all.
It's on our mind since childhood,
And maybe not since childhood,
And maybe not on mind,
Yet trying to recall.
Once on the time a crow,
And maybe 'twas a doggy,
And maybe 'twas a cow
Once had a lucky day.
She got some cheese in parcel
Two hundred grams or so,
And maybe 'twas three hundred,
And maybe even a pound
She flew up to a fir-tree top,
And maybe didn't fly up,
And maybe to a palm-tree top
She climbed from running start,
And there she sat for breakfast,
And maybe just for having lunch,
And maybe just for dinner
She got that ready for.
But there a fox was jogging,
And maybe wasn't jogging,
And maybe 'twas an ostrich,
An evil one or not.
And maybe 'twas a janitor,
One walking by a countryside
Up to the nearest nutwood
To get a brand-new broom.
- Just listen, Mrs Crow
And maybe Mrs Doggy,
And maybe Mrs Cow,
But also looking good!
You've got a pretty plumage,
You've got your horns so pretty,
Thy hooves a pretty slender
And you're so kind at heart!
And if you started singing,
And maybe started barking,
And maybe started mooing
(Since cows all do that),
Then you will get awarded,
with saddle, rug and TV
They'll hand you as a freebie,
And maybe they'll just get!
And there the stupid crow,
And maybe 'twas doggy,
And maybe 'twas a cow
Abruptly sings a line!..
And then the cheese from crow,
And maybe 'twas a doggy,
And maybe from a cow
Was sure to drop down
And right onto the foxy,
And maybe on the ostrich,
And maybe on the janitor
Immediately fell.
The subject of this fairy-tale,
And maybe not so fairy,
Is clear to both an adult,
and even to a tot:
Don't stand and neither jump here,
Please, neither sing, nor dance here,
At all construction areas
Of there's a hanging load!