Why!

Why, why! Say why!
Why not go to bed!
Why do stars do not see the caps!
Why do not know how to set the cat!
Why does grass grow in the snow!
Why not watch a quiet sleep!
Why did it!

Since you survey into small brothers,
so you\'ve got yourself the game is confusing -
Place a handful of warm hands
and not into your name:
why, why! Say why!
Why drink water wet!
Why did it!

Anger nerauc forehead creases,
nedzen small men off,
because it may be that they are doing
own life more beautiful post
then there will be a shame that poor promotion
to be taken. Did not tell -
why is it.

Maybe a little, know a loving,
morning at home, going to build bridges,
you grow up over your head over -
puspajokam you Pels:
- What has been, does not mention!
Well we all know the same -
why is it

Summer

Summer, summer,
lake and forest,
distant horizon,
sunny and blue.

Summer, summer -
winds and singing!
Wherever such a look -
vied life.

Wherever such a look -
Work your name.
Well, that summer
work so much!
Wherever such a look -
everything grows and thrives:
You and summer
brought by an adult.

The work, the work
their work so much!. . .
It is not easy, if on behalf of
they must be.
It is not easy!

Lying Ancīte - a doll -
It wants to get up. . .
The appetite bear,
behold, your eyes are already flashing. . .
Ui, ui, and flashing!

The crane must be brought to
and bathe the dog,
and treated well -
the bump on his forehead.
Well Naughty Dog!

Then help Dad
to go to work. . .
Then help others. . .
Well able to just run,
able to run!. . .

The work, the work
the job so much
the one you gotten quite,
have elsewhere called. . .
Called

of potatoes

All day, rain linen,
clouds do not want to plakt.
Grandfather mud palte Mina -
go dig potatoes.

But barely pierimst rain,
Actions rarely drops,
inability to stay on the ground!
No! I have a field presence.

Grandfather and a little flock,
there is work, not on the market!
- You see the same as the one here does,
Here you have free moments feet! -

People come to me quickly to the rescue:
- To work tak girl feel!
Rejoice, that does not grow thin,
well, if you want to be a crowd! -

Herd! Herd! Kerui sounds,
running a full pielasīt,
complete a large pile of BERU. . .
For as the rain has not started to rain!

Sounds but deprives me to wear,
grandfather to help,
so I do not become colder;
so being able to make the rules!

- Norm, Norm! What is it? -
vecamtēvam ask me.
He shows a pile of thumb:
- That we are fucking! -

Tractor snore, but the progress of works.
The machine we cut the earth,
but the land hand-irons
throw the potatoes in the field.

Pieliecamies - at once a handful of
such as apple, cool and nice.
Pain fly, fly faster,
faster rate in our plant!

Pieliecamies - a thousand times!
Pieliecamies - something crazy!
Back starts šķiebties wrong -
Potatoes, how do you hard!. . .

pride of a father

For both of us dads mom joy
he is like us as a teicamnieks -
with his team he was working on it,
that they are frequently mentioned area.
Purest seed team going to sow,
It wants to breed a new variety.
Rye Briedīši them
As with wheat ears embranchments.
Collective farms and barns to adherence,
when the new processors will go rye. . .
If then it will all
then our dad is a hero!
Yes!
It has already been said district.

Pride of brother

That\'s not all!
I have a brother went to the Volga.
He brings power, -
he machine-ground as water is drawn.
And the machine - even walking.
Here\'s what a brother knows!
And he writes it, -
their station would be the largest,
and challenge it -
give power to great outpouring Moscow.
And the power to -
either would be just millions!

Talking to swallow

Cir - Cir!
Well listen, featherbrain!
Where in a hurry,
on hands!
Here a piece of cake -
is delicious, indeed!
What ever trenkā the flies
either take a rest!

Yes!
The rest will go to you,
if the socket -
Cir - Cir! -
five downy young are!
Five mouth to the ears when open,
five voices screaming if:
- Give, give,
we provide the best fly!
Cir - Cir! -

Run, run,
if you did not understand me!. . .
Their cake
will eat itself.

conversation with stork

Well Hey, stārķīt,
Anyway it -
You frogs pielasot
belly. . .

Grrr!. . .

More -
UMATES able to tell you -
with snakes
You fry
feeding. . .

Grrr!. . .

Do you know stārķīt,
its terrible,
if I were stārķēns,
I -
brr! -
they eat in that particular

conversation with the crows

Hey
you,
Crow,
black and Karni,
where you ūmātes Poussin brings!
Do you and will expect
that chicken
each breed as you!
No!
Now I live here!

And you,
Crow,
black and Karni,
ends Poussin steal!

And if there is no other work,
Go
Praulienas dig ditches!

Talking to oystercatcher

What žadzinies days
the barn
You grenadier real,
You glūņa black and white!

I know already know
by čerksti to blame -
You wait UMATES
cūkēdu the bucket.

So just be Piglet
the manger himself felt -
you food wafer
the pig mouth.

You ņerkstīgi bream,
placed at the trough,
Piglet that you do not
not miltuma drops.

Tis the bushes, you Babbler
Blackspot and glūņa!
I do not like the
the barn.

bizēm

Tinca wakes up.
Escapes to sleep.
Tinca wakes up -
Immediately pleasure
arrives Tinca bed present
sing the morning song:

- Sleep, the sleep
to go away!
Away the
padzeniet!
To enter through the window the morning,
pink sun spent!

Tinca quickly
knows how to dress,
fast bed
sort!. . .
Will run out already! But nothing!
Hair, hair, suck!

And then the real concert begins -
salty from the eyes
wetness of rain:
- They do not comb! God knows that!
They have real needles!. . . -

Comb scraper
comb door. . .
Mother Baras:
- Pass!
But if laziness head post
CUT two braids off! -

Tinca dawned:
or truth
look for scissors
mother will go!
Immediately Tinca mouth shut -
better for the run bizēm

- What broke the pane!
- I!
- Is it hard to admit!
- I will not!
But it was he!. . .
- He!
- Well, yes! Akmentins!. . .

Sister takes brother torture and scold:
- Well, look, Mom,
Or on the street with a can show yourself!
People SMIE!
People will say:
\'\' Here, boy nothing but an inflated the pocket!\'\' -
And then the mother says:
- Immediately start to shake out of your pocket! -
And lacerates the two eyes,
when things come out of the pockets:
rubber, plastelīns,
trīscollu nails
pencil, candy,
Fishing hooks,
postage, floats,
magnet. . .
This, of course, not all -
we simply list the weary.
But the boy on the table still loaded and scarps,
hassle-free all buried after her death, he allows. . .

But in the morning called the nurse:
- What is it?
You again have full pockets!

summer

Fishing rods, boys, fishing quickly!
Bays of July is summer.
For the fishermen either choose the same
zander, bream, and perch!

The school is closed, there is evidence at home -
Well, if the year went perfectly. . .
Let it then forces the water for
job of keeping track of hundreds.

Rivers and lakes, the sun and the whale. . .
Do not encourage the boys -
silent in both songs and loud conversation,
seems to float in the whole world.

Beside tractors can walk,
šķindināt scythes mowers
Brigade rattled can grab and clamor -
fisherman standing in the way stood.

Suddenly, stroke - a lack of breath parties
time there will be a happy summer:
such as Snag - take a worm or fly, -
zander, bream and perch.

Pity - uncles, as well as boys,
Sift the same ones above:
piecirsts too fast or too slowly dragged -
You either go all and Note!

Later it comes - then listen and marvel:
\'\'\'\' Reņģītes stories grows in stature
finally the top - take poles and fight,
so you yourself escape saukuma. . .

Fishing rods so that rods hands -
rest stops and summer!
The first litter is doing to meet
perch, bream and perch

Boys song

Boys, boys, the sun at home,
lime warm winds glauž!
Well as the legs, the boys in the legs -
directory provided joys your way!

Foreign sea vessels in port
property brought ashore and make -
Sea men leather belts
seen there, and should meet.

Boys, boys, the sun at home,
lime warm winds glauž!
Well as the legs, the boys in the legs -
directory provided joys your way!

The area of ​​the dim early morning.
Members hit the ball in a hurry -
driven through the opponent\'s goal
it has twelve times.

Boys, boys, the sun at home,
lime warm winds glauž!
Well as the legs, the boys in the legs -
directory provided joys your way!

Jugla large can of worms
crying children attracted to the present
but if not, then your way
can swim and sing.

Boys, boys, the sun at home,
lime warm winds glauži
Well as the legs, the boys in the legs -
directory provided joys your way!