Friday, May 11, 2012
Pstrosi
Tamhle u mostu
stoji radka pstrosu.
Hlavy v pisku,
s ocasnimi pery
vitr hyba.
Borovice se na ne diva
a korunou tise
kyva, kyva, kyva.
Potom pstrosi
hlavy vytahnou,
dojdou si pro penize,
penize odnesou do banky.
Zitra na shledanou,
reknou.
Borovice se diva
a korunou tise
kyva, kyva, kyva.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 3/18/2011
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