Long live the shoe!

Waking up, I shouted to my mother:
- Goodbye, my pajamia!
Long live the shoe! ..
And mom in response to me:
At the rate - sweaters!
Hatter - Hello!

Where is it next? Maybe in a large coat? Or immediately into a scarfance? Yes, and in sweaters you can still make many discoveries: it turns out, and it happens - the sweater bites, but does not bark ... Anything happens in the verses of the famous children"s poet Mikhail Yarov: they are friends with donuts, and hedgehog with a meat cake, naughty grandfather gnaws Gifts, and the green fence does not want to ripen in the fall, the real heroes are handed to the medal-flood, and it is better to immediately surrender to the mercy of the winner. Generally:

Goodbye, goodbye, bored,
laughland, hello!

For children of senior preschool and primary school age