Elena Genrikhovna Guro. (№ 269138)

Ah, the days of the days of toil!
Who to the wind has scattered?
- Crazy!
It's nobody smart
my days are not picked up.
And do not pick up
and will not bring
to my mom.
Mommy, mommy, mommy, don't
I days something will pick up
I am on the sea bright will run after them.
I'm happy!
I promised my mother my severe.
My mom is strict - exactly-in-exactly
I like the day - it is like night!