«(a play-rhyme) Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling. / Little Olya has lost her ring! / From her finger it slipped, / Down the porch-steps it tripped. / And it rolled and it rolled / And it ran away / Till it hid in a bush / And there it lay. Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-l...»
«Soft, on stealthy feet comes Sleep: / Through a cranny it will creep Bringing dreams that promise joy / To every little girl and boy. It shows us fairy picture-tales / Which only those can see / Who go to bed and close their eyes / Tight as tight can be. But little folk who will no...»
«Do you see those two young thrushes / In their nest among the bushes? / One of them pokes out its nose; / A tail is all the other shows.»
«A hen began to count her chicks: / One, two, three, / Four, five, six, / Seven, eight, / Nine and ten — / A lot of worry for one hen!»