I'll burn without fire. Good Doctor Aibolit

Korney Chukovsky not only wrote poems for children, but also composed riddles. The riddles of this author have a beautiful style, they are interesting for children and adults. In addition, riddles accompany the comprehensive development of the child.

Lies, lies a penny at our well.
A good penny, but it is not given in the hands.
Go bring fourteen horses,
Go call fifteen strongmen!
Let them try to raise a pretty penny
So that Mashenka could play with a penny!
And the horses galloped, and the strongmen came,
But they didn’t pick up a small penny from the ground,
They didn't lift it, didn't lift it, and couldn't move it.

Everywhere, everywhere we are together
Let's go inseparable.
We walk through the meadows
Along the green shores
We run down the stairs,
We walk along the street.
But a little evening on the threshold,
We are left without legs
And the legless - that's the trouble! -
Neither here nor there!
Well? Let's get under the bed
Let's sleep there quietly
And when the legs return
Let's take the road again.

The sage saw the sage in him,
Fool - fool
ram - ram,
A sheep saw a sheep in him,
And a monkey - a monkey,
But they brought Fedya Baratov to him,
And Fedya saw the shaggy slut.

If the pines would eat
Were able to run and jump
They would run away from me without looking back.
And you would never see me again
Because - I'll tell you, not boasting -
I am steel and evil, and very toothy.

Take me, wash, bathe,

And know: it would be a big trouble,
Whenever it's not me and water, -
On a dirty, unwashed neck
You would have nasty snakes
And poisonous stings
They would stab you like daggers.
And in every unwashed ear
Evil frogs would settle down,
And if you, the poor, wept,
They would laugh and croak.
Here, dear children, what a trouble
It would be, if not for me and water.
Take me, wash, bathe,
And what am I - quickly guess.

I am a giant! That huge
multipood stove
I'm like a chocolate bar
I instantly raise in height.
And if I use a mighty paw
I will grab an elephant or a camel,
I will be happy with both of them.
Raise like little kittens.

Suddenly from the black darkness
Bushes grew in the sky.
And they are blue
Crimson, gold
Flowers are blooming
Unprecedented beauty.
And all the streets below them
They also turned blue
Crimson, gold,
Multicolored.

Two legs on three legs
And the fourth in the teeth.
Suddenly four came running
And they ran away with one.
Two legs jumped
Grabbed three legs
Shouted to the whole house -
Yes, three by four!
But four squealed
And they ran away with one.

Shel Kondrat
to Leningrad,
And towards - twelve guys.
Each has three baskets,
In each basket - a cat,
Each cat has twelve kittens.
Every kitten
There are four mice in the teeth.
And old Kondrat thought:
How many mice and kittens
Are the guys carrying to Leningrad?

Maryushka, Marusenka, Masha and Manechka
They wanted a sweet sugar gingerbread.
An old grandmother walked down the street,
The grandmother gave the girls money:
Maryushka - a pretty penny,
Marusenka - a pretty penny,
Mashenka - a pretty penny,
Manechka - a pretty penny -
What a kind grandma she was!
Maryushka, Marusenka, Masha and Manechka
We ran to the shop and bought a gingerbread.
And Kondrat thought, looking from the corner:
How many kopecks did grandmother give?

Answer? Grandmother gave one penny, since Maryushka, Marusenka, Mashenka and Manechka are the same girl

Great about verses:

Poetry is like painting: one work will captivate you more if you look at it closely, and another if you move further away.

Little cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creak of unoiled wheels.

The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is that which has broken.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Of all the arts, poetry is most tempted to replace its own idiosyncratic beauty with stolen glitter.

Humboldt W.

Poems succeed if they are created with spiritual clarity.

The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is commonly believed.

If only you knew from what rubbish Poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion near a fence, Like burdocks and quinoa.

A. A. Akhmatova

Poetry is not in verses alone: it is spilled everywhere, it is around us. Take a look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life breathe from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.

I. S. Turgenev

For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.

G. Lichtenberg

A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. Not our own - our thoughts make the poet sing inside us. Telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He is a wizard. Understanding him, we become poets like him.

Where graceful verses flow, there is no place for vainglory.

Murasaki Shikibu

I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in Russian. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. Because of the feeling, art certainly peeps out. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

- ... Are your poems good, tell yourself?
- Monstrous! Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! the visitor asked pleadingly.
I promise and I swear! - solemnly said Ivan ...

Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "The Master and Margarita"

We all write poetry; poets differ from the rest only in that they write them with words.

John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"

Every poem is a veil stretched out on the points of a few words. These words shine like stars, because of them the poem exists.

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok

The poets of antiquity, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. It is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times, a whole Universe is certainly hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for someone who inadvertently wakes dormant lines.

Max Fry. "The Talking Dead"

To one of my clumsy hippos-poems, I attached such a heavenly tail: ...

Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea and not a plague!

Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore drive away critics. They are but miserable drinkers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let the verses seem to him an absurd lowing, a chaotic jumble of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from tedious reason, a glorious song that sounds on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.

Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"

Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing but pure poetry that has rejected the word.

Happy child 30.03.2017

Dear readers, very soon we are celebrating the anniversary of the great writer Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky. His name is on everyone's lips. Many of us know him as a children's writer. And few people know that the collection of his works occupies 15 volumes. And only a third of the first volume is fairy tales for children, thanks to which those around him called him nothing more than “grandfather Roots”.

But Chukovsky is an amazingly versatile writer. He is also a critic, author of articles and books about his most famous literary contemporaries - from Chekhov to Mayakovsky. He is also a translator who retold many masterpieces of world classics: "Robinson Crusoe", "Baron Munchausen", "Little Rogue". He is also a historian, a researcher of Russian literature - his works on Nekrasov alone occupy several bookshelves. In addition, Chukovsky is an excellent memoirist, author of the book of memoirs "Contemporaries", the creator of the famous "Chukokkala" and the no less famous "Diary", in which he acts as a real chronicler of the pre-revolutionary and Soviet era.

Do you know that the passion for children's literature that glorified Korney Chukovsky began relatively late, when he was already a famous critic? And in his life there was another hobby - the study of the psyche of children and how they master speech. He recorded his observations of children, their verbal creativity in the book "From Two to Five" in 1933.

Today on the blog I want to invite you to remember the wonderful poems of Korney Chukovsky, which are loved by both adults and children. Read them to children, grandchildren, play, learn, and enjoy communication. I give the floor to the columnist Anna Kutyavina, who prepared this material.

Hello dear readers of Irina's blog!

Long live scented soap,
And a fluffy towel...

Probably, many, like myself, learned to wash under these golden words. After the instructive tale "Moydodyr" I did not want to be dirty and sloppy. What if a blanket and a pillow run away from me? Why, even trousers?

It seems that these lines have always existed. After all, not only we grew up on them, but also our parents, and for some, grandparents. "Cockroach", "Telephone", "Cockroach Fly" - we can quote all these verses from memory without looking into the book. And with pleasure we read them again and again to our own kids.

But back to the author of beautiful children's poems. Moreover, soon there will be a reason for the holiday - in 2017, on April 1 (the writer himself was born on March 31, but according to tradition, he celebrated his birthday on April Fools' Day), it will be 135 years since the birth of Korney Chukovsky. It would seem that only a little more than a century, but ... For several generations, they have been happily learning and quoting these lines that are easy and accessible to the child, pleasant to the ear. And how many writers, especially children's writers, are able to boast of such love carried through the years?

Let's remember the poems of Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky together. For you, we have created a selection of poems, grouped by age. Choose the most suitable for you, and enjoy the immortal creativity.

Poems by Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky for the youngest children

Wonderful short rhymes can be learned even with preschoolers, and even more so with kids in grades 1-2. A simple style, understandable and clear rhymes, ease of memorization - this is what distinguishes the poems of Korney Chukovsky from other children's poets. No wonder his works are remembered and loved for many years!

Elephant reads

The elephant had a wife
Matrena Ivanovna.
And she thought
Read a book.

But read, muttered,
She murmured, she murmured:
"Tatalata, matalata" -
Disassemble nothing!

Fedotka

Poor Fedotka is an orphan.
The unfortunate Fedotka is crying:
He has no one
Who would take pity on him.
Only mom, yes uncle, yes aunt,
Just dad and grandma and grandpa.

Doctor

Frog under the mud
He fell ill with scarlet fever.
A rook flew to him,
He speaks:
"I am a doctor!
Get into my mouth
Everything will pass now!”
Am! And ate.

Turtle

Go far to the swamp
Going to the swamp is not easy.
“Here lies a stone by the road,
Let's sit down and stretch our legs."
And the frogs put a bundle on the stone.
“It would be nice to lie down on a stone for an hour!”
Suddenly a stone jumped to its feet
And grabbed them by the feet.
And they cried out in fear:
"What is it!
This is RE!
This is PAHA!
This is CHECHERE!
DAD!
PAPA!

brave men

Our tailors
Brave what:
"We are not afraid of animals,
No wolves, no bears!
And how did you get out the gate
Yes, we saw a snail -
got scared
Run away!
Here they are
Brave tailors!

Barabek

Robin Bobin Barabek
Ate forty people
Both cow and bull
And a crooked butcher
And the cart, and the arc,
And a broom, and a poker,
Ate the church, ate the house,
And a forge with a blacksmith,
And then he says:
"My stomach hurts!"

hedgehogs laugh

At the groove
Two boogers
They sell pins to hedgehogs.
And let's laugh!
Everyone can't stop
“Oh, you stupid boogers!
We don't need pins:
We are studded with pins ourselves.”

Chicken

English song
A beautiful chicken lived with me.
Ah, what a smart chicken she was!
She sewed me caftans, sewed boots,
Sweet, ruddy baked pies for me.
And when he manages, he will sit at the gate -
Tell a story, sing a song.

Poems-tales for preschoolers and younger students

Chukovsky's long fairy tales and poems deserve special attention. They are always with an interesting plot, kind, pleasant and end well. At the same time, good always triumphs over evil! Everything our kids love.

Poems-tales of Chukovsky are read to kids from early childhood. Poems with fairy-tale motifs are famous for a large number of bright and memorable characters, charismatic and kind, instructive and loved by children. They teach us to appreciate things and work, to be neat and tidy, to love the world and life and to see real, living miracles in them. Kind magic is so necessary for adults and children!

We offer such poems to children from the age of two, but they are also read and learned with pleasure by younger students:

Moidodyr

(excerpts)

Blanket
ran away
The sheet has flown
And a pillow
Like a frog
Ran away from me.
I'm for the candle
Candle in the oven!
I'm for the book
Ta - run
And skipping
Under the bed!
I want to drink tea
I run to the samovar,
But pot-bellied from me
Run away like fire.
God, God
What happened?
From what
All around
started spinning
spun
And rushed the wheel?

Let's wash, splash,
Swim, dive, tumble
In a tub, in a trough, in a tub,
In the river, in the stream, in the ocean -
And in the bath, and in the bath,
Anytime and anywhere -
Eternal glory to water!

stolen sun

(excerpt)

The sun walked across the sky
And it ran over the cloud.
The hare looked out the window,
It got dark.

And the magpies
Beloboki
Ride across the fields
They shouted to the cranes:
Woe! Woe! Crocodile
Swallowed the sun in the sky!

Darkness has come.
Don't go through the gate
Who got on the street -
Got lost and lost.

Crying gray sparrow:
“Come out, sunshine, hurry up!
It's a shame for us without the sun -
There is no grain in the field!”

Fedorino grief

(excerpt)

The sieve jumps across the fields,
And a trough in the meadows.

Behind the shovel broom
Walked down the street.

Axes, axes
So they pour down from the mountain,

The goat was scared
She widened her eyes:

"What? Why?
I don't understand anything."

But like a black iron leg
She ran, the poker jumped.

And the knives rushed down the street:
"Hey, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on!"

And the pan on the run
Shouted to the iron:

"I'm running, running, running,
I can't resist!"

So the kettle runs after the coffee pot,
Chattering, chattering, rattling...

Irons run, grunt,
Through puddles, through puddles they jump.

And behind them saucers, saucers -
Ring-la-la! Ring-la-la!
Rushing down the street -
Ring-la-la! Ring-la-la!
On the glasses - ding! - stumble
And the glasses - chime! - are broken.

And the frying pan runs, strums, knocks:
"Where are you going? where? where? where? where?"

Aibolit

(excerpt)

Good Doctor Aibolit!
He sits under a tree.
Come to him for treatment.
Both the cow and the wolf
And a bug, and a worm,
And a bear!
Heal everyone, heal
Good Doctor Aibolit!

Telephone

(excerpts)

My phone rang.
— Who is speaking?
- Elephant.
- Where?
- From a camel.
- What do you need?
— Chocolate.
- For whom?
- For my son.
- How much to send?
- Yes, five pounds that way
Or six:
He won't eat anymore
He's still small!

And then the bunnies called:
Can you send gloves?
And then the monkeys called:
- Send me some books, please!
And then the bear called
Yes, as he began, as he began to roar.
- Wait, bear, don't cry,
Explain what you want?
But he is only "moo" yes "moo",
And why, why -
I don't understand!
- Hang up the phone, please!
And then the herons called:
- Please send drops:
We have eaten frogs today,
And our stomachs hurt!
And such rubbish
All day:
Ding-dee laziness
Ding-dee laziness
Ding-dee laziness!
The seal will call, then the deer.

I didn't sleep for three nights
I'm tired.
I would like to sleep
Relax…
But as soon as I lay down -
Call!
— Who is speaking?
- Rhino.
- What?
— Trouble! Trouble!
Run here quickly!
- What's the matter?
— Save!
- Whom?
- Behemoth!
Our hippo fell into the swamp...
Did you fall into the swamp?
- Yes!
And neither here nor there!
Oh if you don't come
He will drown, drown in the swamp,
Dies, disappears
Hippopotamus!!!
- Okay! I'm running! I'm running!
If I can, I will help!
Oh, it's hard work
Drag a hippopotamus out of the swamp!

Crocodile

(excerpt)

Part one
lived and was
Crocodile.
He walked the streets
Smoking cigarettes,
spoke Turkish,
Crocodile, Crocodile Crocodile!
And behind him the people
And sings and yells:
“Here, freak, so freak!
What a nose, what a mouth!
And where does such a monster come from?
High school students behind him
Chimney sweeps behind him
And push him
offend him;
And some kid
Showed him shish
And some barbos
Bite him on the nose,
Bad watchdog, ill-mannered.
Looked Crocodile
And swallowed the watchdog,
I swallowed it along with the collar.

Toptygin and the fox

(excerpt)

"Why are you crying
Are you stupid Bear? -
“How can I, Bear,
Don't cry, don't cry?

Poor me, unfortunate
Orphan,
I was born
No tail.

Even the curly ones
With stupid dogs
Cheerful behind the back
Tails stick out.

Even mischievous
tattered cats
Up lift up
Ragged tails.

Only me, unfortunate
Orphan,
I walk in the forest
No tail.

Doctor, good doctor
You have pity on me
Ponytail hurry up
Sew on the poor!"

Laughed kind
Dr. Aibolit.
Silly Bear
Doctor says:

“Okay, okay, honey, I’m ready.
I have as many tails as you want.
There are goats, there are horses,
There are donkey, long-long.
I will serve you, orphan:
At least I’ll tie four tails ... "

Riddles-verses of Korney Chukovsky

Interestingly, Korney Ivanovich left us not only fairy tales and poems, but also riddles for children. Guess them to the children. Here is some of them:

Little houses run down the street
Boys and girls are taken to houses.
(Car.)

There was a white house
wonderful house,
And something clicked in him.
And he crashed, and from there
A living miracle ran out -
So warm, so fluffy and golden.
(Egg and chicken.)

red doors
In my cave
white beasts
sitting
At the door.
And meat and bread - all my booty
I gladly give to white animals!
(Lips and teeth.)

I had a cart
Yes, but there was no horse,
And suddenly she screamed
Neighing - ran.
Look, a cart without a horse ran!
(Truck.)

Locomotive
Without wheels!
This is such a miracle locomotive!
Hasn't he gone crazy?
Went straight to the sea!
(Steamboat.)

Oh don't touch me
I'll burn it without fire!
(Nettle.)

I have two horses
Two horses.
They carry me on the water.
And the water
hard,
Like stone!
(Skates.)

The sage saw the sage in him,
Fool - fool
ram - ram,
A sheep saw a sheep in him,
And a monkey - a monkey,
But they brought Fedya Baratov to him,
And Fedya saw the shaggy slut.
(Mirror.)

It grows upside down
It does not grow in summer, but in winter.
But the sun will bake it -
She will cry and die.
(Icicle.)

I lie under your feet
Trample me with your boots.
And tomorrow take me to the yard
And hit me, hit me
So that the children can lie on me,
Flounder and somersault on me.
(Carpet.)

I walk, I wander not through the forests,
And in the mustache, in the hair,
And my teeth are longer
Than wolves and bears.
(Scallop.)

If the pines would eat
Were able to run and jump
They would run away from me without looking back.
And you would never see me again
Because - I'll tell you, not boasting -
I am steel and evil, and very toothy.
(Saw.)

Lots of this goodness
Near our yard
And you won't take your hand
And you won't bring it home.

Masha walked in the garden
Collected, collected
Looked into the box -
There is nothing there.
(Fog.)

I'm a one-eared old woman
I'm jumping on the canvas
And a long thread from the ear,
Like a cobweb, I pull.
(Needle.)

I am a giant! That huge
multipood stove
I'm like a chocolate bar
I instantly raise in height.

And if I use a mighty paw
I will grab an elephant or a camel,
I will be happy with both of them.
Raise like little kittens.
(Crane.)

I bark with everyone
dog,
I howl
With every owl
And every song of yours
I am with you
I sing.
When the steamboat is away
A bull will roar on the river,
I also roar:
"Whoo!"
(Echo.)

Here are the needles and pins
They crawl out from under the bench.
They look at me
They want milk.
(Hedgehog.)

Lies, lies a penny at our well.
A good penny, but it is not given in the hands.
Go bring fourteen horses,
Go call fifteen strongmen!
Let them try to raise a pretty penny
So that Mashenka could play with a penny!
And the horses galloped, and the strongmen came,
But they didn’t pick up a small penny from the ground,
They didn't lift it, didn't lift it, and couldn't move it.
(Sunbeam on earth.)

Make good and instructive riddles for kids, arrange fun holidays and enjoy warm communication! And the fairy tales and poems of Korney Chukovsky will help you with this!

Unfortunately, the format of the article does not allow us to present all the wonderful poems of the children's classic. And how many more! And "Barmaley", and "Cockroach", and "Wonder Tree", and "Stolen Sun". It was I who listed only those works that now caught my eye on my son's bookshelf. But of course there are more of them.

I sincerely wish your children to make friends with the good poems of Chukovsky, to grow up healthy and strong. Happiness to you and your families!

Anna Kutyavina, psychologist, storyteller, owner of the Fairy World website.

I thank Anya for the selection of poems and also want to congratulate her on the birth of her daughter, the second child in the family. Tomorrow they will be one month old. Health to you, Anechka, grow up beautiful, inquisitive, intelligent.

Amaranth giving immortality

There was a white house
wonderful house,
And something clicked in him.
And he crashed, and from there
A living miracle ran out -
So warm, so fluffy
and gold.(Egg and chicken)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

Locomotive
Without wheels!
This is such a miracle locomotive!
Hasn't he gone crazy?
Went straight to the sea!

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

red doors
In my cave
white beasts
sitting
At the door.
And meat and bread -
all my booty
I gladly
I give it to the white beasts!(lips and teeth)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

I had a cart
Yes, but there was no horse,
And suddenly she screamed
Neighing - ran.
Look, I ran
cart without a horse!(Truck)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

I have two horses
Two horses.
They carry me on the water.
And the water
hard,
Like stone!(Skates)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

Oh don't touch me
I'll burn it without fire!(Nettle)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

The sage saw the sage in him,
Fool - fool
ram - ram,
A sheep saw a sheep in him,
And a monkey - a monkey,
But they brought Fedya Baratov to him,
And Fedya saw the shaggy slut.(Mirror)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

I lie under your feet
Trample me with your boots.
And tomorrow take me to the yard
And hit me, hit me
So that the children can lie on me,
Flounder and somersault on me.(Carpet)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

It grows upside down
It does not grow in summer, but in winter.
But the sun will bake it -
She will cry and die.(Icicle)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

They wanted a sweet sugar gingerbread.
An old grandmother walked down the street,
The grandmother gave the girls money:
Maryushka - a pretty penny,
Marusenka - a pretty penny,
Mashenka - a pretty penny,
Manechka - a pretty penny -
What a kind grandma she was!

Maryushka, Marusenka, Masha and Manechka
We ran to the shop and bought a gingerbread.

And Kondrat thought, looking from the corner:
How many kopecks did grandmother give?(Grandma gave only one penny,
because Maryushka, Marusenka, Masha and Manechka -the same girl.)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

I walk, I wander not through the forests,
And in the mustache, in the hair,
And my teeth are longer
Than wolves and bears.(scallop)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

They flew into raspberries,
They wanted to peck her.
But they saw a freak -
And hurry out of the garden!
And the freak sits on a stick
With a washcloth beard.(Birds and scarecrow)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

I'm a one-eared old woman
I'm jumping on the canvas
And a long thread from the ear,
Like a cobweb, I pull.(Needle)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

Little houses run down the street
Boys and girls are taken to houses.(Car)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

Lots of this goodness
Near our yard
And you won't take your hand
And you won't bring it home.

Masha walked in the garden
Collected, collected
Looked into the box -
There is nothing there.(Fog)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

(Stupid, stupid Kondrat!
He alone and walked to Leningrad
And the guys with the bows,
With mice and cats
Went towards him
To Kostroma.)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

Take me, wash, bathe,
And what am I - quickly guess.
And know: it would be a big trouble,
Whenever it's not me and water, -
On a dirty, unwashed neck
You would have nasty snakes
And poisonous stings
They would stab you like daggers.
And in every unwashed ear
Evil frogs would settle down,
And if you, the poor, wept,
They would laugh and croak.
Here, dear children, what a trouble
It would be, if not for me and water.
Take me, wash, bathe,
And what am I - quickly guess.(A piece of soap)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

I am a giant! That huge
multipood stove
I'm like a chocolate bar
I instantly raise in height.

And if I use a mighty paw
I will grab an elephant or a camel,
I will be happy with both of them.
Raise like little kittens.(Crane)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

I bark with everyone
dog,
I howl
With every owl
And every song of yours
I am with you
I sing.
When the steamboat is away
A bull will roar on the river,
I also roar:
"Whoo!"(Echo)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

(Two legs - boy
Three legs - a stool,
Four legs - dog,
One leg is chicken.)

♣ ♣ ♣ ♣♣

Here are the needles and pins
They crawl out from under the bench.
They look at me
They want milk.(Hedgehog)