Fly-Buzzing By K. Chukovsky Poem by Yuri Starostin

Fly, Fly-Buzzing
Gold plated belly!

Fly went on the field,
Fly found the coin.

Fly went on the Bazaar
And bought the samovar:

'Come, cockroaches,
I will pleasure you to some tea! '

The cockroaches ran,
Drunk all glasses,

And the insects -
The three cups
With the milk
And with the grendel:
Now Fly-Buzzing is
Birthday girl!

The flea beetle come to Fly,
Brought the boots to her,
And the boots are not simple -
The clasps are gold in its.

Come to Fly
The grandma bee,
Fly-Buzzing
Brought the honey...

'The butterfly is beautiful.
Eat the jam!
Or you don't like
Our meal? '

Suddenly some old man
Spider
Dragged
Our Fly in the corner-
Wants to kill the poor girl,
To dead Buzzing!

'Dear guests, help!
Huck the spider-villain!
And I feel on you,
And I food to you,
Don't leave me
In my last hour! '

But the beetles, the worms
Were afraid,
At the corners, on the cracks
Ran out:
The cockroaches go
Under the sofas,
And the gnats go
Under the benches,
And the spuns go under the bed -
Don't want to fight!
And even no one do not move
From the places:
Lost-die,
Birthday girl!

And the grasshopper, the grasshopper,
Well, just like a man,
Jump, jump, jump, jump!
For the bush,
Under the bridge
And do a silence!

And the villain is not joking,
The arms and the legs of Fly he is twirling by the ropes,
Sinks the sharp teeth in the heart
And he drinks the blood.

Fly is shouting by the scream,
Strain out,
And the villain is silent,
Smirks.

Suddenly from somewhere
The little Mosquito flies,
And the small flashlight
Burning in his hand.

'Where is the murderer, where is the villain?
I do not afraid his claws! '

Flies to the Spider,
Take out the saber
And cuts down his head
At the full gallop!

Take Fly on the hand
And lead to the window:
'I'm killed the villain,
You are free I do
And now, soul-girl,
You want to marry on you! '

Here the spuns and the bugs
Crawl out under the bench:
'Glory, glory to Mosquito -
To the winner! '

The fireflies run in,
Lit the lights -
So by so be fun,
-So by so good!

Hey, the centipedes,
Run along the path,
Call a musicians,
Let's dance!

The musicians came,
Knocked in the drums.
BOM! BOM! BOM! BOM!
Dancing Fly with Mosquito.

And Bug, Bug is behind her
Stomp, stomp by the boots!

The gnats with the worms,
The spuns with the moths.
And the horned beetles,
The rich mans,
Waving by the hats,
Dancing with the butterflies.

Tara-RA, Tara-RA,
Mosquito danced.

The people fun-
The fly will married
For the daring, swashbuckling,
Young Mosquito!

Ant, Ant!
No regrets the rounders, -
Jump on with Ant-girl
And winks to the spuns:

'You are spuns,
You are mild,
Tara-Tara-Tara-Tara-tarakashaka! '

The boots creak,
The heels knock, -
The midges will be
Have fun until the morning:
Now Fly-Buzzing is
The birthday girl!