Из цикла Полевые цветы, Одуванчик, на англ

         Dandelion
 
   Dandelions, dandelions,
   You are as yellow as little lions.

   When you are tired of blooming
   You turn your caps to fluff,
   And if we try to smell them
   They tickle and make us laugh.

   We blow on you softly
   And your fluff flies up and on
   To look for other meadows
   You can in spring adorn.

 


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