Summertime in countryside.
I’ll braid my cow so pretty plaits,
As for me it highly rates.
I do walk with it at noon,
Ready feed it with a spoon.
To get milk for us tonight
It bears mass of grass in hips.
We get home every night,
And lame dog runs like plips-plips.
Mom will meet us with sweet glance
Smiling with her sweetest smile.
- Hurry up to wash your hands!
I love summer in that style!