My cruel hate из English poems

I climb out of my box,
It is raining cats and dogs.
I'm afraid! The whole is bad!
I must quickly hide my head.

Once again I leave my house,
It is raining rams and cows.
I am not so hungry, thanks!
That's a way! I'll be in tanks.

Willy-nilly, cold or hot -
I must follow the lot!


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