A sandwich – Korney Chukovsky

Like our gates
Beyond the mountain
Once upon a time there was a sandwich
With sausage.

He wanted
Take a walk,
On the grass-ant
To lie down.

And he lured away with him
To walk
Red-cheeked butter

But the tea cups are in sorrow,
Knocking and buzzing, screamed:
"A sandwich,
Don't go out of the gate,
And you will go -
You will be lost,
You will get into your mouth!

Moore in the mouth,
Moore in the mouth,
Moore in the mouth
You will get!»

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