Стихи на английском

Детские стихи про лягушек, жаб и головастиков на английском:

 Mary had a little frog,

 Little, frog, little frog,

 Mary had a little frog,

 It’s skin was green as grass

And everywhere that Mary went,

 Mary went, Mary went,

 Everywhere that Mary went,

 The frog would jump and splash.

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 I am a little toad,

 Hopping down the road,

 Just listen to my song,

 I sleep all winter long,

 When spring comes I peep out,

 And then I jump about,

 And now I catch a fly,

 And now I wink my eye,

 And now and then I hop,

 And now and then I stop!

 I have a little frog

 His name is Tiny Tim,

 I put him in the bathtub,

 To see if he could swim,

 He drank up all the water,

 And gobbled up the soap!

 And when he tried to talk

 He had a BUBBLE in his throat!

***

 Five Little Speckled Frogs

 Five little speckled frogs,

 Sitting on a speckled log,

 Eating the most delicious bugs,

 Yum, yum.

 One jumped into the pool,

 Where it was nice and cool,

 Then there were four little speckled frogs.

 (Повторять тоже самое, пока не останется одна лягушка.)

 One little speckled frog sitting,

 Sitting on a speckled log,

 Eating the most delicious bugs,

 Yum, yum.

 He jumped into the pool,

 Where it was nice and cool,

 Then there were no little speckled frogs.

***

 Bloop bloop went the little green frog one day,

 Bloop bloop went the little green frog,

 Bloop bloop went the little green frog one day,

 And they all went bloop bloop blop.

 But!

 We all know frogs go,

 Lahdeedahdeedah!

 Lahdeedahdeedah!

 We all know frogs go,

 Lahdeedahdeedah!

 They don't go bloop bloop blop. 

***

Five little tadpoles swimming near the shore.

 The first one said, “Let’s swim some more.”

 The second one said, “Let’s rest awhile.”

 The third one said, “Swimming makes me smile.”

 The fourth one said, “My legs are growing long.”

 The fifth one said, “I’m getting very strong.”

 Five little tadpoles will soon be frogs.

 They’ll jump from the water and sit on logs.

***

 A. Gutterman

 There once was a polly named Wog

 Who wanted to change to a frog,

 So he dropped off his tail

 Grew legs without fail

 And croaked all day on a log.

 Oh, the Polliwog is woggling

 In his pleasant native bog

 With his beady eyes a-goggling

 Through the underwater fog

 And his busy tail a-joggling

 And his eager head agog-

 Just a happy little frogling

 Who is bound to be a frog.

 See the little froggy Swimming in the pool

 The water’s great- It’s nice and cool

 When he gets all cleaned up Out he’ll hop

 Squeaky clean From bottom to top.

 See the little froggy On the lily pad

 Trying to catch flies She’s getting sad.

 When she catches one, She’ll gobble it up

 Back in the water She’ll go kerplop!