A blanket
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ran away
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The sheet has flown
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And a pillow
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Like a frog
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Jumped away from me.
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I am for a candle
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Candle - in the oven!
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I am for a book
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Ta - run
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And skipping
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Under the bed!
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I want to drink tea
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I run to the samovar,
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But pot-bellied from me
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He ran away like fire.
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God, God
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What happened?
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Why is everything around
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started spinning
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spun
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And rushed by the wheel?
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irons
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for boots
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Boots
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for pies,
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pies
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for irons,
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Poker
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behind the sash -
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Everything is spinning
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And spinning
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And rushes somersault.
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Suddenly from my mother's bedroom,
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Bow-legged and lame,
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Washbasin runs out
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And shakes his head:
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“Oh you, ugly, oh you, dirty,
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Unwashed pig!
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You are blacker than a chimney sweep
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Fall in love with yourself:
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You have wax on your neck,
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There is a blob under your nose,
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You have such hands
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That even trousers ran away
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Even trousers, even trousers
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They ran away from you.
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Early in the morning at dawn
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The mice are washing
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Both kittens and ducklings
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And bugs and spiders.
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You alone did not wash
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And remained dirty
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And ran away from being dirty
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And stockings and shoes.
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I am the Great Washbasin,
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The famous Moidodyr,
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Washbasin Head
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And washcloths Commander!
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If I stamp my foot,
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Call my soldiers
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Into this room in a crowd
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Wash basins will fly in
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And they bark and howl,
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And they will knock with their feet,
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And you a brainwasher
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Unwashed, they will give -
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Directly to the Moyka
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Directly to the Moyka
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Dipped head first!"
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He hit the copper basin
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And he cried out: "Kara-baras!"
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And now brushes, brushes
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They crackled like rattles
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And let's rub me
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Sentence:
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"My, my chimney sweep
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Clean, clean, clean, clean!
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Will be, will be a chimney sweep
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Clean, clean, clean, clean!"
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Here the soap jumped
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And clung to the hair
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And wilted, and lathered,
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And it bit like a wasp.
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And from a crazy washcloth
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I rushed off like a stick,
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And she is behind me, behind me
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Along Sadovaya, along Sennaya.
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I am to the Tauride Garden,
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Jumped over the fence
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And she rushes after me
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And bites like a wolf.
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Suddenly towards my good,
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My favorite crocodile.
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He is with Totosha and Kokosha
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Walked along the alley
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And a washcloth, like a jackdaw,
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Like a jackdaw, swallowed.
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And then how it roars
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On me,
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How to pound with feet
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On me:
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"Go home,
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He speaks,
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Yes, wash your face
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He speaks,
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And not how I'll get on,
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He speaks,
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I will trample and swallow!”
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He speaks.
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How I started down the street
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run,
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I ran to the washbasin
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again.
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Soap, soap
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Soap, soap
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Washed endlessly
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Washed off and wax
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And ink
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From an unwashed face.
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And now trousers, trousers
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So they jumped into my hands.
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And behind them is a pie:
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"Come on, eat me, my friend!"
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And behind him is a sandwich:
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I jumped up and right into my mouth!
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So the book came back
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The notebook turned
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And grammar started
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Dance with arithmetic.
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Here is the Great Washbasin,
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The famous Moidodyr,
|
Washbasin Head
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And washcloths Commander,
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Ran up to me dancing
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And, kissing, he said:
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"Now I love you,
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Now I praise you, Finally, you are dirty, you pleased Moidodyr!” |