Tadpoles – Korney Chukovsky

remember, Murochka, at the dacha
In our puddle hot
The tadpoles danced,
The tadpoles splashed,
The tadpoles dived,
Dabbled, tumbled.
And the old frog,
Like a grandmother,
Sat on a bump,
Knitted stockings
And she said in a bass voice:
- Sleep!
- Brother, grandmother, милая бабушка,
Let us play some more.

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