A little fir-tree very slim
Was growing in the rear.
Its needles being very green
All seasons of the year.
The blizzard sang a song to it:
“My tender tree, good night!”
And it was guarded by the frost
That it might stay alive.
A cowardly hair cub
Was jumping round the tree.
A grey big wolf, an angry wolf
Was running in the free.
And then it’s very beautiful
Has come to our house
And brought a lot of happiness
To children all around!
В лесу родилась елочка!
© Copyright: Елена Сибирина, 2009
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