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I'm a hedgehog! I'm a hedgehog!
My skin of needles!
Here!
Bumps, pits, bumps,
Hard dried knots
I lost count!
Only everyone has known for a long time
That I'm running home with a song!
And my mother meets me at the gate!
How is life, mom will ask,
My little hedgehog is stubborn
The bravest, the smartest!
And he will call to the table, where the dinner is delicious!
Here!
Dad is at home! Sisters! Brothers!
Mom in the best dress!
And the rosy sweet cake is already waiting!
I'll wash myself clean, clean!
And I'll sit on the chair quickly!
Because the table is set!
Tea is poured into cups!
This is the last turn to the house!
I'm a hedgehog! I'm a hedgehog!
My skin of needles!
Here!
Bumps, pits, bumps,
I lost count of the hard, dry twigs!
Only everyone has known for a long time
That I'm running home with a song!
And my mother meets me at the gate!
Here!
Seeing his mother's handkerchief in the dark, the hedgehog slowed down, giving himself the opportunity to catch his breath. And the fearless Hedgehog was approaching his house and waiting for him, singing his wonderful song!
But so far, the little hedgehog Mouse, with all its four legs, was running through the night copse, hurrying to run to his garden as soon as possible, where everything was familiar and did not seem terrible and monstrous, and there it was already not far from mother's white kerchief!
And the belated traveler, under the words of his song – bumps, pits, bumps, hard dried knots, I lost track of how I could, accelerated my run.
At about the same time, only not along the copse, but through the garden, I also ran to my home a little mouse and running past the summer kitchen, I saw the door ajar. Without having time to think about anything, the mouse quickly ducked behind the kitchen threshold and immediately found itself under a brightly burning light right at the feet of the Kitchen Mistress!
