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соседям с улочки Беннетт

Мама суп готовит сыну.

Сын  гуляет, рот разинув.

Изучает он букашек

и не хочет кушать кашу.


Три часа гуляет мальчик,

три часа грызет он пальчик.

В парке нашем возле дома

три часа веселый гомон.


Тут же - девочка на лавке:

из волос торчат булавки,

весело качает ножкой

в новых белых босоножках.


Кто ещё тут? Дяди, тёти,

кто уже не на работе.

Изучают все газеты:

то, что было как-то, где-то.


А под лавкой - пудель Арчик

сам с собой играет в мячик

и хвостом виляет грустно, 

чтоб никто не дёрнул шустрый.


Вот такое тут веселье -

с четверга по воскресенье,

в понедельник, вторник, среду -

от восхода до обеда.

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