Nonsense in Persons by Genrikh Sapgir

- Hello, godfather Nikodim!

- Hello, godfather Yegor!

-Where are you coming from,

- From the  Whereinto  Mountains obscure.

• And how will you survive in the Whereinto   Mountains?

  - We put an axe on our bare feet hence,

We  mow hay with our leather   boots,

We carry water in a sieve hoops.

Our sleighs move by themselves,

And our horses have lush  mustaches.

• But it is a such tremendous cat!
• A thousand clicks for you for that!

Our cats live in a high tree nest,

They fly everywhere. without a rest,

They flew into the yard now,

Started a conversation: "Caw, caw!"

- But it is a crow! And about a few.

- A boiled fly agaric brought for you!

Our crow has long ears sharming,

Often scurries around the garden;

Hop and hop across the bridge,

A white spot - tail. as a blitch.

- But it's a grey  hare, I  guess!

- A pine cone in your stupid nose!

All the animals are afraid of

Our  huge  hare tremendous.

Last winter in the bitter frost

A gray hare carried off a ram fast.

- But it's a terrible  wolf, I  bet?

- A flick on your round forehead!

Have you never heard,

That our wolves have horns hard  ?

The wolf shakes his white  beard,

He dined on   orache  short .

- But it's  a goat!  Mind throw!

- A thousand flickhs now for only you!

Our goat, slimy thing,

Went under  a clumsy snag,

Wagging hism tail, as yet.

It does not allow setting up nets.

- But it's a usual burbot!

- No, it's not a burbot, I hope.

We don't say that about burbot.

Burbot, godfather Nikodim,

It is just proud of himself;

Burbot, godfather Nikodim

It  wears a sable hat well.

It doesn't break it in front of anyone

And he doesn't understand jokes, pro-fan.