Children grow up so fast .. Sometimes you are surprised at how rapidly a child grows up, how he develops, learns something new and learns things unknown to him before. It would seem that just yesterday the baby took his first steps, and today he is already, and you are thinking about finding a couple of short rhymes for him. Yes, on the one hand it is sad that time is so fleeting. But on the other hand, the child is growing, and the pleasure derived from listening to verses performed by him covers any sadness.
So, you set out to pick up short poems for children 5 years old. Fine. You are on the right track. This means that you have decided to make every effort to expand the child's horizons, increase the baby's vocabulary, and just give a little bit of joy, both to yourself and to him. You may think that the child will not be interested in telling rhymes, but this is far from the case. He will show reluctance at school, and school is still far away. At least for today.
On the Vlio website you can find suitable short poems for children 5 years old. You can easily pick up some interesting poems and instill in your child an interest in poetry. Isn't it wonderful? Of course it's great. Great and, most importantly, easy!
My funny ball
Jumping and jumping:
Jump-jump - into the corner,
And then back.
That's how we party
Had a nice time!
The cat is sitting on the window
The cat washes the spoon with its paw.
And then go for a walk
Vorobyov, count the tits.
Long legged, barefoot
It was raining down the road.
Rogue just in case
He was attached to his mother-cloud.
Rain, rain, what are you pouring?
Why don't you let us walk?
That's when we go to sleep
You can pour and pour again.
Monkeys are very fond of
Eat sweet bananas.
We are like monkeys
And we love bananas too.
Parrot Petya walked
On the path, I found the ruble.
He put a ruble in a piggy bank,
To buy a car later.
In the meadow by that path
Would you like to entertain yourself and your child? Or bring something cute and fun to your event? Then just for you, numerous funny poems for children have been created.
Agree, what can be cleaner and sweeter than children's laughter? After all, he is always sincere - innocent children still have no idea what deception is. Poems about children are funny, short, easy to remember works that can decorate any family holiday. They will cheer you up and set the topic for communication, because nothing brings people together like laughter.
It will not be difficult for a child to learn funny poems for children, short quatrains quickly fall into the language, and an understandable, unpretentious dialect will definitely not be too difficult for him.
In addition, you can save a lot on this, because all you need to get them is Internet access. Visiting our site, you can find a huge selection of works by various authors. And all this is absolutely free and at any time convenient for you, day or night. Experienced and proven writers every day replenish the site database with new funny poems for children, complete variety and freedom of choice are in your hands.
From the cat's point of view
From the cat's point of view
life is clear and simple:
Vovkin's dad exists
to go to the cat for fish,
Because the fish themselves
they would not be able to jump into the bowl;
Vovka's mom - well, so be it
with whom to nap under the TV,
And the fire brigade
to remove the Cat from the ledge;
Armchair - to tear upholstery,
Wardrobe - to hide in it,
Only Vovka exists
it is not clear why.
He, according to the cat,
Very bad for the tail!
And for decent cats,
You know, not a hundred tails!
Nina Tarasova
Cockroach
Lived in the Tarakan apartment,
In a crack at the threshold.
He didn't bite anyone.
Didn't touch anyone
Didn't scratch anyone
Didn't pinch
Didn't regret
And his home
Very respected.
So the Cockroach would have lived
Life with everyone in the world.
... Only people wound up
He has an apartment.
Renata Mukha
I bark myself. And he is silent.
How to teach this?
I take a handful of sweets.
Druzhka has a tail.
What is three plus seven?
Druzhok completely stunned:
Jumping, playing.
Barking - does not want to.
I bark ten times in a row, -
I eat fruit marmalade.
What is two plus two?
Do not ask! Skip first!
Count! There are sweets.
If you bark, you will eat!
He does not understand.
Doesn't want to bark...
I bark again. I eat again.
- You will be without sweets at all!
- Subtract five from six?
Well, my friend, let's count!
Answer me without lying!
- Woof!!!
Valery Fursa
There are no ghosts
I'll say for sure:
Ghosts are fiction!
That's for sure - nonsense!
And nowhere and never
Not on Tuesdays, not on Wednesdays,
Neither the woman, nor the grandfather,
Neither at sea nor in the forest,
Not at twelve o'clock
THERE ARE NO GHOSTS!
Every student knows this.
Even the wind is howling-ah-ah-ah ...
There were no ghosts-ah-ah-ah ...
And on a terrible dark night
Nobody wants to scare us
After all, any ghost -
Just a misunderstanding!
And behind the closet ... just ... a shadow,
But do not ghost ... ghost ...
GHOST!
Nonsense... delusion...
For-blu-de-no-e!
THERE ARE NO GHOSTS!!!
And no one sighs there ...
And no one there ... not steps ...
You can't even think!
And in the darkness ... no one ... prowls ...
Does not laugh ... and does not whistle ...
And nobody's... there... not eyes...
It's just a show-a-a-a-a!!!
Elena Evseeva
Fifteen Fat Grannies
Fifteen Fat Grannies
Standing by the fence
Fifteen Fat Grannies
We looked at Yegor.
And he wanted over the fence
Jump like a bird.
And he wanted, like a fly agaric,
Fall through the ground.
Fifteen Fat Grannies
He was not offended
Fifteen Fat Grannies
They breathed in his face.
Why did he just offer
Carry a bag?
Grandma across the road
Wanted to translate...
The Timurites have moved
As you can see, in Russia.
And who are they - you
Ask your grandmother.
Tatyana Shatskikh
offended briefcase
The briefcase grumbled offendedly:
— So-and-so! Bum!
Where did he go without me?
Today is Monday!
I took the ball - and immediately over the threshold,
I was thrown under the bed.
Everything! We were late for the lesson.
Now we get two.
It used to be thrown on the way, -
I fly anywhere.
But not going to school...
This never happened!
Let this not be my fault,
I worry too much.
And he ran away - and at least henna.
This is how you serve the boys!
Already evening outside the window -
Everyone wears it somewhere!
Portfolio did not yet know about
That summer has come.
Vera Kapustina
Seryozha and nails
The whole house is shaking.
Seryozha beats with a hammer.
Blushing with anger
Hammers nails.
The nails are bent
The nails are crumpling
The nails are wriggling
Above Serezha they
Just mocking -
They don't crash into the wall.
It's good that the hands are intact.
No, it's a completely different matter -
Drive nails into the ground!
Here! And no hats to be seen.
Do not bend
Do not break
Take out back.
V. Berestov
Assistant
Tanya has a lot to do
Tanya has a lot to do:
Helping my brother in the morning
He ate sweets in the morning.
Here's what Tanya has to do:
Tanya ate, drank tea,
I sat down, sat with my mother,
I got up and went to my grandmother.
Before going to bed, she told her mother:
- You undress me yourself,
I'm tired, I can't
I will help you tomorrow.
pasta
They gave the boy Anton
Macarnon for dinner.
Macaroni on a plate
Twisted into a knot like a snake.
She looked scary
But Anton bravely
I pierced right there with a fork,
The family just blew it!
Give, - said Antosha, -
More macaroni for me!
Everyone looked with delight
On him from all sides.
And they gave a big medal,
And the picture was painted
Where he bravely wins
A herd of predatory pasta.
S. Vostokov
What happened to the kittens?
What happened to the kittens
Why don't they sleep?
Why is the buffet open?
Broke a new cup?
Dropped the drum
Scratched the sofa?
Why are their paws
Got into someone's slippers?
The bowl of milk was spilled
Waking up the mother cat?
Why was the book torn?
Because they catch mice.
V. Stepanov
Even the very fact of learning a poem is already good for a child, because just at a young age his memory is actively formed. And the fact that these are also funny poems for children allows us to conclude that his sense of humor will begin to develop at a rapid pace.
Make a small and very touching surprise for your guests, your choice will definitely not be approved. If you want to arrange it on your holiday, then you definitely won’t blunder, because the memory of a child, like nothing else, absorbs all the knowledge and all the information about the world around it. Funny poems for kids is a great source of this information and is available to you at any time of the day or night. Come to our website, choose everything you like and learn it with your child! This can bring you even closer to him while you try to learn the next poem together. Do not hesitate and do not miss your chance, good luck to you.
Learning poetry with children is not an easy task! To begin with, it is important to give the baby time to calm down after active games. After that, you need to come up with a good enough reason why he needs to learn this or that rhyme at all.
The argument "for the development of memory" of the child is unlikely to convince. From memorizing poetry, you need to make a fun and exciting game, giving this process a competitive character, or stimulating the baby in another way that is suitable for him. You can say that you need to learn poetry so that the child will then be taken to school. Naturally, it is important that the child really wants to go to school as soon as possible.
In the process of memorizing poems, you can use your child's favorite toys, play role-playing with them or among themselves. Pretend to be actors learning a play or play "school" together. The most important thing is that the child should be interested and have fun, and children's memory, which is distinguished by a very strong susceptibility, will do its job by itself!
And now I bring you some of your favorite poems that you and your children will really like!
SNEGIRI
The snowmen have arrived!
How many of them: one, two, three!
sat on a tree,
Looked out the window...
Come out, Andryusha,
Look, listen
Count us quickly:
How many guests do you have?
invite us to your house
Treat with grain.
Let's eat wheat
And let's drink some water...
Let's wave our wings -
And thanks!" let's say.
Z. Orlova
IN KINDERGARTEN
Kindergarten, kindergarten!
You are always happy guys!
Books and toys are waiting for us,
And balls and rattles...
We go to kindergarten in the morning.
Very happy kid.
We lead, we lead a round dance:
Possibly backwards.
You can - jump and jump,
And invite your friends.
Played and sang
Relax on the bench sat down ...
And now, kids
It's time to dine!
Z. Orlova
THIS IS SO HELP!
We are at the cottage to help
Let's go with my brother again!
Just came to the garden -
Oh, the nettle burned!
It hurts, but I don't cry.
We are working in the country.
Field, field in order ...
Exhausted from the heat.
We looked at the garden
No carrots, for herbs ...
Z. Orlova
WHAT WILL GIVE SUMMER?
- What will you give me, summer?
- Lots of sunshine!
Rainbows in the sky!
And daisies in the meadow!
What else will you give me?
- The key ringing in silence,
Pines, maples and oaks,
strawberries and mushrooms!
I will give you a cuckoo
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted louder to her:
"Guess me quickly!"
And she answers you
Guessed for many years!
V. Orlov
IF I WAS A GIRL
If I were a girl
I wouldn't waste my time!
I wouldn't jump on the street
I would wash my shirts
I would wash the floor in the kitchen,
I would sweep the room
I would wash cups, spoons,
I'd peel the potatoes myself
All my own toys
I would put it in place!
Why am I not a girl?
I would love to help my mom!
Mom would have said:
"Well done, son!"
E. Uspensky
SUNDAY
Sunday is lucky!
Sundays are needed!
Because Sunday
Mom makes pancakes.
Dad washes cups for tea.
Wipe them together
And then we the whole family
We drink tea with pancakes for a long time.
And a song flows through the window,
I'm ready to sing myself
It's good when we're together
Even if there are no pancakes.
Oleg Bundur
RAIN, RAIN, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
Rain, rain, where have you been?
- I floated in the sky with a cloud!
- And then you crashed?
-Oh, no, no, it spilled with water,
Dripped, dripped down, fell -
I went right into the river!
And then I swam away
In the fast, blue-eyed river,
Loved with all my heart
Our Motherland is great!
Well, after it evaporated,
Attached to a white cloud,
And swam, I tell you
To distant countries, islands.
And now over the ocean
I'm drifting away with the fog!
Enough, the wind, continue to blow -
You need to sail back.
To meet the river
To rush with her to the native forest!
To love so that the soul
Our homeland is big.
So, wind, my friend,
With a cloud, we hurry home!
You, wind, drive us -
Send the cloud to the house!
Cause I miss home...
Well, I'll shake the cloud!
I'm in a hurry to get home...
I'll be back to you soon!
Kirill Avdeenko
SHIP
Sailing, sailing boat
golden ship,
Carry, carry gifts,
Gifts for you and me.
Sailors on deck
They whistle, scurry, rush.
Sailors on deck
Fourteen mice.
Sailing, sailing boat
To the west, to the east.
Ropes - cobwebs.
And the sail is a petal.
A duck is leading a boat
Experienced sailor.
- Earth! said the duck. -
Moor! Quack!
S.Marshak
MARY
Little Mary
Big loss:
Her right shoe is missing.
In one she jumps
And weeping piteously,
It is impossible without another!
But, dear Mary,
Don't cry for the loss.
Right foot boot
We'll sew you a new one
Or buy ready
Yes, just look - take care!
S.Marshak
CUCKOO
Here is a forest bird -
It's called a cuckoo.
In the forest, she is a branch of every girlfriend.
She eats caterpillars in a day
No less than it weighs itself!
These caterpillars are called "hairy",
They are not eaten by other birds!
N. Grakhov
Health and happiness to you and your children!
Sasha Cherny "When there is no one at home"
Looks into the glass
red month,
Everyone is gone and I am alone.
And great! And great!
Very clear:
I am braver than all men.
With the cat Moore, looking at the month,
We climbed onto the bed
The moon is our brother
wind - uncle,
That's it uncle!
The stars are sisters
heaven is mother...
I will sing out loud!
I will sing loudly
So that from the stove through the darkness
On a ribbon
The bear did not come down to us ...
I'm not afraid of rats or Buki,
A poker in his nose!
Not the lame damn thing Kluka,
Not a viper - Nobody and nothing!
A cloud in the sky, like a lamb,
In curls, in curls.
I'm not a boy, I'm an elephant
I am a tiger
Asleep in the reeds...
I wait and I wait, I wait in vain -
The bell is numb...
The month, my brother, the month is red,
The moon is clear
Why did you turn pale?
Sasha Cherny "Who?"
“Come on, kids!
Who is the bravest in the world?
I knew it - in response, all in unison in a singsong voice:
A lion? Ha ha... It's easy to be brave
If the paws are wider than the mop.
No, not a lion, not an elephant...
Bravest of all, baby -
Yesterday I saw a miracle
How the mouse climbed onto the dish
And at the nose of a sleeping cat
I quickly ate all the crumbs.
Sasha Cherny "Skrut"
Who lives under the ceiling?
Does he have a beard?
And a shirt-front, and a vest?
How does he get up in the morning?
Who drinks coffee with him in the morning?
And how long has he lived there?
Who runs with him along the roofs?
Well, what's his name?
He's naughty, right?
- Never!..
Sasha Cherny "How the cat ate sour cream"
There were mice
Gray coats.
There lived a cat
Velvet belly.
The cat went to the closet
Lick the sour cream
Yes, a closet on the valve,
And there are mice in the closet...
The cat is sitting in front of the door
Heart pounding -
You can't enter!
Here the cat sang
Like a mouse
"Hey, you, listen,
I'm a mouse too
It hurts to eat
Don't go through the door...
You have a lot in a glass
Soak your paws in sour cream
Yes, put it under the door.
Hurry, deaf chicks!
I will lick
Thanks, I'll say..."
The mice believed
rogue cat,
Toes out...
And the cat is a dick! ..
From all paws...
Pulled out by the paws
Grabbed in an armful
Sasha Cherny "Mystery"
Under the apple tree, the geese roar and hiss,
They look angrily at the apple tree,
Bypass the neglected garden
And they poke their beaks into the trough ...
But the wind suddenly shook the apple tree quietly -
Bach! The apple popped off the branch.
And the geese, swaying, rushed to the rumble,
Behind them skipping hens ...
Ducklings waddle along the beds,
Turkeys are running from the fence,
Under the apple tree they roam back and forth,
They scream and fight. Scream!
Lying on the bench Ilyusha-shooter
And licked his lips. Sweet!
Who picked up a delicious apple and ate it?
Mystery...
S. Yesenin
Winter sings - calls out
Shaggy forest cradles
The call of a pine forest.
Around with deep longing
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And in the yard a snowstorm
Spreads like a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful
Like orphan children
Huddled at the window.
Little birds are chilled,
Hungry, tired
And they huddle tighter.
A blizzard with a furious roar
Knocks on the shutters hung
And getting more and more angry.
And gentle birds doze
Under these whirlwinds of snow
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Spring beauty.
O. Mandelstam
The phone is crying in the apartment,
Two minutes, three, four.
He shut up and is angry again:
Ah, no one came.
So I don't need at all.
I am offended, I have a cold:
Phones - old people -
They will understand my calls!
scatter like peas
Phone calls,
But from the kitchen they hear badly
Irons and kettles.
And the pans are deaf -
But they are not to blame.
Blame the open faucet -
He makes noise like a drum.
M. Klokova "Santa Claus"
Free-flowing snow in the field at night,
In the dark sky, in the soft cloud
Sleeping moon.
Quiet in the field. dark-dark
Looks at the forest.
Santa Claus, a huge old man,
From the tree of tears.
He is all white, all in updates,
All in the stars
In a white hat and downy
All in silver icicles
He has a whistle in his mouth
From ice.
Higher, higher
Santa Claus is growing up.
Here he is out
Because of the trees and birches.
Here it flooded
grabbed a pine tree
And patted
Snow mitten moon.
He walked
He shook his head
He whistled
In your whistle icy.
All snowflakes
They settled down in the snowdrifts,
All snowflakes
The flames lit up.
M. Moravskaya "Orange peel"
It is bitter for me to live, very bitter, -
Everyone's gone and I'm alone...
The mouse moves in a mink,
I gnaw, sighing, crusts, -
I ate an orange a long time ago.
I cried for a long, long time
There are no more tears.
Orange peel juice
I will sprinkle my eyes.
I'll stock up on tears again
I'll cry at least half a day -
Let them come and see for themselves
How they offended me.
A. Barto "I know what to think of"
I know what to think
No more winter
So that instead of high snowdrifts
Green hills all around.
I look into the glass
Green color,
And immediately winter
Turns into summer.
Y. Vladimirov "Eccentrics"
I sent eccentrics to the market,
Gave the eccentrics nickels.
One penny -
on a sash
Another penny -
on the cap
And the third penny -
On the way to the market eccentrics
Messed up all the pennies:
Which nickel
on a sash
Which nickel
on the cap
And which penny
Only at night the eccentrics came,
They brought me back the nickels.
- Sorry,
but we are in trouble:
We forgot,
which where:
Which nickel
on a sash
Which nickel
on the cap
And which penny
3. Alexandrova "Snowball"
Snow flutters, spins,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In cold glass
Where the finches sang in summer
Today - look! —
Like pink apples
On the branches of snowmen.
The snow is cut by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry.
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.
3. Alexandrova "Rain"
To us on a long wet leg
The rain is running down the path.
In a puddle - look, look! —
He blows bubbles.
If the puddles fill up
So I want to undress
Run and shake
Bushes in the warm rain...
The rain danced across the garden
Spilled water on the beds,
He transferred a cloud-watering can,
He watered the oats in the fields.
Dry washed clean
Burdocks large leaves.
This is very good,
It's been raining today!
L. Kvitko "Complaint of trees"
In baskets, fruits are brought into the house,
When the summer passes
And left in the rain
Behind the door the garden is undressed.
And there will be banks until spring
Full of pink jam
And there will be apples in the chest
Fresh as if in September
And drunken cherries scarlet juice
Color the granulated sugar.
And the garden remained there, outside,
Stand waist-deep in a black puddle.
A cold whirlwind caught up with him -
The garden coughed and groaned.
The trees are hunched over, wheezing,
Shaking from head to toe:
“We would all run away now,
Yes, we have one leg each!
Oh, it's bad to get cold in the rain,
And take us to a warm house!”
So why not help the trees?
And suddenly the night will be frosty!
They carry mats and bags -
Stockings for trees for the winter.
Warm feet, dress everyone
And the snow will cover your head.
Boris Zakhoder "Nobody"
We got a mischief-maker.
The whole family is grieving -
In the apartment from his pranks
Literally no life!
Nobody with him, really
But everyone knows
What is always to blame for everything
Only he alone - NOBODY!
Who, for example, climbed into the buffet,
I found candy there.
And all the candy papers
Who threw it under the table?
Who painted on the wallpaper?
Who tore the coat?
Who is in dad's table
poke your nose?
NOBODY, NOBODY, NOBODY!
- NOBODY - horrible
tomboy! —
Mother said sternly. —
We must finally
About to punish!
NOBODY WILL GO TODAY
Not to visit, not to the cinema! —
Are you laughing?
And my sister and I
Not one bit funny!
Boris Zakhoder "Kiskino grief"
Crying pussy in the hallway.
Great sorrow:
Evil people
Poor Pussy
K. Chukovsky "Turtle"
Go far to the swamp
Going to the swamp is not easy.
“Here lies a stone by the road,
Let's sit down and stretch our legs."
And the frogs put a bundle on the stone.
“It would be nice to lie down on a stone for an hour!”
Suddenly a stone jumped to its feet
And grabbed them by the feet.
And they cried out in fear:
"What is it!
This is RE!
This is PAHA!
This is CHECHERE!
V. Berestov "Who will learn what"
What is the first thing
Will the cat learn?
- Grab!
What is the first thing
Will the bird learn?
- Fly!
What is the first thing
The kitten will grow up to be a cat
The same as everything in the world.
The chick will turn into a bird
Just like everything in the world.
And the children read
And children dream.
And even their moms and dads
don't know
Who will become, who will grow up children.
V. Berestov "Hare footprint"
In the forest not long before trouble,
But the hare is not a simpleton.
Be able to confuse the traces -
There, here the trail winds,
Forward, backward and sideways.
Where the hare was, there is no hare -
Jumping gallop!
E. Moshkovskaya “We ran until the evening”
We ran and hurried
because they lived fast!
We ran and jumped
and did not rest in the morning,
gallop,
out of breath
stumbled
tired
surprised:
a star lit up in the sky,
you have to live slowly...
Svetlana Vesnina
Poems for children 5–6 years old
RAINBOW
A. Pavlova
Raindrops, raindrops
Rain all around!
And we are on the path
We run barefoot.
Raindrops, raindrops
Raindrops everywhere!
And our shoes
They float on the water.
And the rain is warm
And mushroom rain
running barefoot
On the path with me.
I called out:
stay
It's nice to be with you!
BUTTERFLY
A. Pavlova
I'm at the yellow butterfly
Quietly asked:
Butterfly, tell me
Who colored you?
Maybe it's buttercup?
Maybe a dandelion?
Maybe yellow paint
That neighbor boy?
Or is it the sun
After winter boredom?
Who colored you?
Butterfly, tell me!
The butterfly whispered
Dressed in gold
Colored me all over
Summer, summer, summer!
TRAFFIC LIGHTS
V. Mikhailov
He stands at the crossroads
Striped, as in a sailor suit.
The children were surprised at the same time:
Why does he have three eyes?
Red - stop all movement.
Yellow is our respect.
It has been called for a long time
Very simple - a traffic light.
Zhuchkin's worries
M. Alexandrova
"Woof!" - alarm in the yard -
"Cat Duska is in a kennel!
It's warm and soft inside
Like under the sun on the grass!
Only this house is mine!
Duska, scat! Go home!
If you won't listen to me
I'll beat your ears!"
Duska got out:
"Moore! I don't need your house!"
WHY ARE YOU NOT FRIENDS WITH SEREZHA?
S. Volosevich
They do not want to be friends with Serezha.
What is the reason? Who will help?
He began to play with Irinka,
But he broke her car.
I ran after the ball with Slava
And pushed him into the ditch.
Our Sergey is used to jokes -
Kolya showed his tongue.
He shouted loudly to the kids:
Hey little ones, can I join you?
Nobody needs Sergei.
Why aren't they friends with him?
MY KITTEN
A. Vishnevskaya
I bathe a kitten
I'll put him to bed
There will be a little kitten
Sleep on a clean pillow.
Only a kitten is hiding
He sits under the bed.
If he suddenly sees water,
Meow, meow, he says.
What a stupid kitten!
Won't take him to bed
And I won't give you my pillow.
Let him go to sleep on the mat!
My kitten sat down and washes
His paw tongue.
Okay, cat, just washed
You lay down next to me!
RAIN
A. Vishnevskaya
I am not walking today.
I'm sitting looking out the window
Rain pours puddles
The rain doesn't care!
The rain is dripping without knowing
What's the first time today
Me with flowers and a briefcase
I'm going to first grade.
"Rain, rain, don't mess around"
I'll tell him quietly.
"I'm going to school today
And I'll sit at the desk."
Rain dripped, dripped, dripped,
And then suddenly it stopped.
He must have heard
I also ran to school!
I LOVE GRANDMA
A. Vishnevskaya
It's cold outside
And the snow is coming.
The cat squints sleepily.
Sings songs.
Grandma and I are side by side
We sit by the window.
On white snowflakes
We look through the window.
I'm good with my grandmother
sit side by side,
talk to her
And look out the window.
I'm in my grandmother's ear
Quietly I say:
"Grandmother dear,
I love you!"
FUNGUS
A. Vishnevskaya
I'll get up very early in the morning
I'll wake up my mom and dad.
Get together mom and dad
I'll show you a mushroom!
I saw him yesterday.
He is under a tree in the forest,
Gather for mushrooms!
I'll bring it to you!
We took a basket with us.
And put on boots.
We found a path in the forest.
Well, wait a mushroom!
We have been looking for mushrooms for a long time.
Many of them were found in the forest.
And we got the basket
And then they went home.
I WORK AS A CHILD
A. Vishnevskaya
I'll get up and wake up my mother.
I'll put on my pants.
I wash myself. And I'll drink tea
And don't forget the book.
A job is already waiting for me.
I have to work hard!
Eat porridge, take a walk,
Sleep, have fun!
I'm at work all day
I sing, I sculpt, I dance.
Then I'll drink, I'll eat again
And I'll draw a letter.
And if you ask me
I will answer very loudly:
"I'm in the garden, I'm in the garden
Working as a child!
