Tell your kitten not to bite,
I'll angelize you when I die.
Hokusai will paint your mouth,
Murillo paint your virgin eye.
Котенку шепчешь: «Не кусай».
Когда умру, свои дам крылья.
Писал устало Хокусай,
А брови — Матери Мурильо.
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