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Folk wisdom

Neither backwards nor forwards in rows
Little piglets can fly through the air.
Or perhaps they could fly years ago
But today they are flying nowhere.
 
Their hooves got too sluggish and narrow,
Their tails got too stubby and crude.
All they need is to scavenge and burrow,
Dully filling their bellies with food.
 
Heavy blackness descends like a cloud
And they're having a dream full of fun:
Flock of piglets just lifts off the ground,
Flying South to bask in the sun.
 
And the people wake up in the morning,
Fetch a couple of logs for the hearth,
For they know: the winter is coming
When the piglets migrate to the south.
 

Two fathers

On the meadow,
one glorious morn,
patient angler
was digging for worms.
Silly sparrow has noticed
the lad
and exclaimed,
“What a wonderful dad!
He seeks food
twice as good
as I do,
he must have
a big family
too.”
 

The hippos' songs

There are hippos flying lazy
By a pleasant gurgling rill.
Wearing boots
I run like crazy
With my scoop-net down the hill.
 
When I catch a single hippo
I will cage him right away.
“Sing a ditty,
Dear hippo!”
This is what I’ll merely say.
 
If he doesn’t feel like singing
Then of course I’ll let him go,
May the greatest herd of hippos
Float forever to and fro!
 
Let the hippos fly like sparrows
Far and wide,
Far and wide…
Let them sing their simple carols
From the sky,
From the sky.