To the lakes through the meadows,
Where the willows have green retinues
Nature\'s three enemies walked slow,
Vagabond-poachers-parasites.
They smoothly skirted the stretch
After the big Gabriel boss
A short-haired dog ran at the branch,
Trained by Gabriel boss.
Every step - the thick vine cracks.
There is no plague on them!
Here is the beautiful lake.
The poachers stoppedrather
Having called two cool Nicks,
Having driven away the red dog,
Gabriel boss takes out the cool Nicks
Says sternly to them both.
– Throw away the cigarettes to hell
And dream in this minute, folk -
Because when it goes boom – to shells
It will blow your brains to the tussocks.
Gabriel boss, Boar, attached
The tol to the throwing stick rather,
Lighted the fuse itself perched
And threw the stick into the water.
Lied on the ground on stomach
And stretched out trembling hands.
Five minutes – and he’ll start the search,
And the catfish and pike will float up then.
But our world is not without miracles
(They will not forget that fishing trip!):
When the dog-servant saw, animalcule,
That the owner had thrown the stick, -
It barked hoarsely – and there:
Get it out, as you were taught!
Stick in teeth... and out of the water,
Rushes to the shore like a speed-board!
Rushes towards them... And the cord’s burning!
The bag grabbers don\'t care about the fish:
Ftightent Boar’s: “oh my God!\" squealing,
Nicks’ hair stands on end as fitch.
Two in T-shirts and wearing shorts,
Boar Gabriill in a quilted jacket -
They scratch so that they look at you with fear!
Like a long-distance runner in a tracksuit!
The cord is smoldering! \"Cross\" is stronger!
The bag grabbers look at back.
With explosives Bonzos-bomber
Already close on their heels reck.
The poachers finished now
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And having climbed the willow,
They cowered, as a sleepy grouse
Fire Splash!
It\'s the Finish!