Silly little mouse fairy tale for children
- Mama puts the little mouse to sleep
- Duck puts the mouse down
- Toad puts the mouse down
- The horse lays down the mouse
- Pig mouse laying down
- The hen lays down the mouse
- Pike lays down a mouse
- The cat lays down the mouse
Poems about mice
Merry mouse
A cheerful mouse lived in a piano. She was a musical mouse. And often, to the sound of the piano, she squealed: tra-la-la-la! The owner of the piano did not know about the mouse. He stamped his foot and knocked on the lid, When the piano began to sound false: tra-la-la-la! But then the famous tuner came and immediately found a defect in the piano... “Oh, here,” he exclaimed, “what’s the matter?!” - And the mouse blushed with shame. And the master took the tool out of his bag and adjusted the mouse correctly at the right time. And here she is, together with the piano, singing perfectly: tra-la-la-la! The composer, tuner and mouse sing. All three are invited to go on tour to Paris. And if there is no piano there, everyone will sing along to them: tra-la-la-la!
Andrey Usachev
Ten little gray mice
Ten little gray mice walked to a mouse kindergarten, past a golden field, past a steep bank, past an old barn, from one end to the other, one after another, they all walked to the kindergarten-house, and when they got there, they looked: - What kind of nonsense? A cheerful cat is looking at the little mice through the window! And at the entrance there is a sign: “A new teacher is waiting for you.” Only children - that's the problem! - They ran away in all directions.
Nadezhda Andrusenko
The mouse grew in a hole
The mouse grew in the hole, The mouse gnawed the crusts, Only melancholy gnawed at the mouse in this hole. And out of sadness I decided: “I’m changing Y to I”!
The bear lives in a hole, the bear sucks its paw. The clubfoot complains: “Very meager dinner! It’s cramped in this hole, Life is not interesting, It’s somehow damp and dark. I’m changing And to O!
The midge lives in a hole, the midge sucks the crumb. “It’s uncomfortable at home - Entire mansions! From bed to gate - A very long flight. This won't do: I'm not your bird! It’s not my fault, I’m changing O to Y!”...
The mouse is sitting in a hole, she looks happy.
Nikolay Gol
Brave little mouse – Galina Golova
They settled in the house of a mouse, They settled and live. During the day they rustle on the roof, At night they scurry across the floor. The mother invited the cat: “Live with us for a little while.” If you want, bask in the window, drink milk from a bowl. Mice don't let us sleep, They rustle on the roof day and night. Let them go live in the barn, We dream of sleeping like that. The cat began to live in the house, guarding the sleep of the owners. Mice are afraid to walk during the day. It’s scary to go out at night - You have to be wary of cats, in case he wants to catch them. The mice began to consult about how to continue to eat, how to go for walks, how to raise children. How can they live in a house with a cat? The mouse Peak squeaked, that cry was barely audible: “I’ll go to a meeting with the cat.” I'll tell her everything straight away. – You’re still young, baby! You are a mouse, not a mouse! You can't go to a meeting with a cat. Will eat it. Or it might hurt. “No,” said the mouse Peak, “I’m not used to living in fear!” The cat lies on the window and watches closely. If you suddenly hear a rustling sound, then it’s definitely a mouse. The cat looked and suddenly a mouse appeared in front of her. Trying to be braver, Little voice. - Hello, cat! How are you? Did you live in our house? I stayed, I stayed. And now it's time to leave. We can't live together. How can we feed our families? And Aunt Cat said: “Here is my friend, little Antoshka.” I find it comfortable to sleep in a basket. I don't want to leave. I liked living here. You go live in the barn, it’s warm there, I know that. There is plenty of everything for mice - There is hay and grain. And scratch as much as you need, No one will drive you away. You can't rustle in the house here or disturb the owners' sleep. Let's live a little, friends, you in the barn, I in the basket, in the house of the boy Antoshka. And tell all the mice - There, in the barn, it’s just Paradise. And the little mouse ran away as fast as he could. He came running, and there was a cry in the house - Where is our mouse Peak? The brave little mouse screamed, and the voice rang: “Here I am, mom!” Here, dear ones! Don't worry about me! Let's live in the barn now - We'll live there, not knowing any troubles. The mouse is not visible in the hay, the cat will not be afraid. There we can feed ourselves, make some noise and frolic. Everyone is happy - people, mice, the cat is also cheerful. After all, she carried out her cat service without a scandal. Life, believe me, is not so difficult. It’s a shame, my friend, you’re so down. You can negotiate, even with a cat, with anyone. That's what the mouse Peak said.
Samuel Marshak - The Tale of a Smart Mouse
The cat took the mouse away and sang: “Don’t be afraid, baby.” Let's play cat and mouse for an hour or two, dear!
The frightened little mouse answers her, half asleep: “Our mother didn’t tell us to play cat and mouse.”
- Well, what do I care if she didn’t tell you? Play with me, my light! - And the mouse answered her:
- I wish I could play a little, but don't worry! - I'll be a cat. You, cat, at least for an hour, be a Mouse this time!
The cat Murka laughed: “Oh, you, smoky skin, No matter what you call, a mouse can’t be a cat!”
The mouse says to Murka: “Well then, let’s play blind man’s buff!” Blindfold your eyes with a scarf and catch me later.
The cat is blindfolded, but looks from under the blindfold. He'll let the little mouse run away and grab the poor thing again!
He says to the cunning cat: “My legs are tired, please let me lie down and rest a little.” “Okay,” said the cat, “Rest, short-legged, Let’s play, and then I, my dear, will eat you!”
Laughter for the cat, grief for the mouse... He found a crack in the fence. He doesn’t know how he got through. There was a mouse, but it disappeared.
The cat looks to the right, to the left: “Meow-meow, where are you, baby?” —
And the mouse answered her: “Where I was, I’m no longer there!”
He rolled down the hill and saw a small hole. In this hole lived an animal - a long, narrow ferret.
Sharp-toothed, sharp-eyed, He was a thief and a crawler, And it happened that every day he stole chickens from the villages.
The ferret came from hunting. The guest asks: “Who are you?” If you fell into my hole, play my game!
- Cat and mouse or blind man's buff? - Says the nimble mouse.
- No, not blind man's buff. We ferrets love “corners” more.
- Well, we’ll play, but first, let’s do some math.
I am an animal, And you are an animal, I am a mouse, You are a ferret, You are cunning, And I am smart, Whoever is smart gets out!
- Stop! - the ferret shouts to the mouse and runs after him.
And the little mouse went straight into the forest and climbed under an old stump.
The squirrels began to call the mouse: “Come out and play burners!”
“My back,” he says, “is on fire without playing!”
At this time, an animal worse than a cat was walking along the path. It looked like a brush. It was, of course, a hedgehog.
And a hedgehog was walking towards her, covered in needles, like a dressmaker.
The hedgehog shouted to the mouse: “You won’t get away from the hedgehogs!”
Here comes my mistress, play tag with her, and leapfrog with me. Come out quickly - I'm waiting!
But the mouse heard this, but thought and did not come out. - I don’t want to go into leapfrog: I’ll end up on needles!
The hedgehog and the hedgehog waited for a long time, and the mouse quietly slipped along the path between the bushes - and there he was!
He reached the edge of the forest. He hears frogs croaking: “Guard!” Trouble! Kwa-kwa! An owl is flying towards us!
I looked, a little mouse: it was either a cat or a bird, all speckled, its beak crocheted, its motley feathers sticking up.
And the eyes burn like little bowls, Twice as much as a cat’s.
The mouse's spirit froze. He hid under a burdock.
And the owl is getting closer, closer, And the owl is getting lower, lower And screams in the silence of the night: - Play, my friend, with me!
The mouse squeaked: “Hide and seek?” - And he set off without looking back, Hiding in the mown grass. An owl won't find it.
The owl searched until the morning. In the morning I stopped seeing. The old woman sat down on an oak tree and her eyes magnified and magnified.
And the little mouse washed his snout, carried some water without soap, and went to look for his home, where his mother and father remained.
He walked and walked, climbed a hill, and at the bottom he saw a mink.
The mother mouse is so happy! Well, hug a mouse. And his sisters and brothers play mouse and mouse with him.
