Together with daddy on Sunday
We"re going to airdrome high-day
What a spree along the way -
There"s a lot of airplanes!
Seventy tank-cars carry over
Kerosene for airplanes" hover
Here is a plane is sitting down
Its pinions like wings of fowl
Mister Peter is an airman
The chief flying superman
I"ll get to him and press his suit
To show me a parachute
Show me where is a helm
I voyaged before this term
More than a hundred times
With my mommy teamwise
I wanna be an aviator
Teach me flying later
Mister Peter said:
"You are baby yet
Your tootsy ain"t reach
To a pedal switch
And so tense lever
You ain"t to budge never
Come back afterwards
We"ll help you in your wants!"
It was a failure try
But pilots never cry
Daddy and I at home returned
I bolt to a table and told:
"Gimme some porridge, mama,
And a mug of some bonny-clabber"
(c) Рубин Алексей
I shall be a pilot перевод стихотворения Рубина Алексея
© Copyright: Александр В.Руденко, 2001
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