| I'll clean my son's pencil with a razor,
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| Let him draw different cheburashkas,
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| Let him draw the sea, let him draw the land,
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| And on the Christmas tree a small pink pear.
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| Green clouds fly across the sky
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| And on them mustachioed sparrows sit,
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| Crocodiles are blue, elephants are red,
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| And butterflies are visible behind the clouds.
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| Barge, right on the sea, the house floats with a pipe,
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| Smoke streams into the sky in a red stripe.
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| Green whales fly across the sky
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| And the cats spread feathers on their tails.
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| Sitting, basking in the sun, lilac cricket,
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| A spider entangled a frog in its nets,
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| A large dragonfly grazes near the forest,
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| On the neck a bell, well, just like a goat.
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| I'll clean my son's pencil with a razor,
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| Let him draw different cheburashkas,
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| And let a little experience, and not a firm hand,
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| Over the years, he will learn, but on the sheet so far ...
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| Green clouds are flying across the sky
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| And on them mustachioed sparrows sit,
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| Crocodiles are blue, elephants are red,
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| And butterflies are visible behind the clouds. |