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!