Chukovsky. Aibolit. Poems for children
Aibolit
1
kind 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
kind doctor Aibolit!
2
And came to Aibolitu fox:
"Oh, I got bitten by a wasp!"
And came to Aibolitu watchdog:
"A chicken pecked on my nose!"
And the hare came running
And she screamed: "Ay, ay!
My bunny got hit by a tram!
My bunny, my boy
Got hit by a tram!
He ran down the path
And his legs were cut
And now he's sick and lame
My little hare!"
And said Aibolit: "No problem!
Give it here!
I'll sew him new legs,
He will run again along the path."
And they brought him a bunny,
Such a sick, lame,
And the doctor sewed on his legs,
And the hare jumps again.
And with him the hare-mother
I also went to dance
And she laughs and screams:
"Well, thank you. Aibolit!"
3
Suddenly from somewhere a jackal
Rode on a mare:
"Here's a telegram for you
From Hippo!"
"Come, doctor,
Go to Africa soon
And save me doctor
Our babies!"
"What is it? Really
Are your kids sick?"
"Yes, yes, yes! They have a sore throat,
scarlet fever, cholera,
diphtheria, appendicitis,
Malaria and bronchitis!
Come soon
kind doctor Aibolit!"
"Okay, okay, I'll run,
I will help your children.
But where do you live?
On a mountain or in a swamp?
"We live in Zanzibar,
In the Kalahari and the Sahara
On Mount Fernando Po,
Where hippo walks
Along the wide Limpopo".
4
And got up Aibolit, ran Aibolit.
He runs through the fields, but through the forests, through the meadows.
And only one word repeats Aibolit:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
And in his face the wind, and snow, and hail:
"Hey, Aibolit come back!"
And fell Aibolit and lies on the snow
"I can't go any further."
And now to him because of the Christmas tree
Furry wolves run out:
"Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback,
We'll take you alive!"
And galloped forward Aibolit
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
5
But here is the sea in front of them -
Raging, noisy in space.
And there is a high wave in the sea.
Now Aibolita
she will swallow.
"Oh, if I drown
If I go to the bottom
With my forest animals?"
But here comes the whale:
"Sit on me Aibolit,
And like a big ship
I'll take you forward!"
And sat on a whale Aibolit
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
6
And the mountains stand in his way
And he starts to crawl over the mountains,
And the mountains are getting higher, and the mountains are getting steeper,
And the mountains go under the very clouds!
"Oh, if I don't get there,
If I get lost along the way
What will become of them, the sick,
With my forest animals?"
And now from a high cliff
TO Aibolitu the eagles have flown
"Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback,
We'll take you alive!"
And sat on an eagle Aibolit
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
7
And in Africa
And in Africa
On black
Limpopo,
Sitting and crying
In Africa
Sad Hippo.
He's in Africa, he's in Africa
Sitting under a palm tree
And on the sea from Africa
Looks without rest:
Doesn't he ride in a boat
Doctor Aibolit?
And roam along the road
Elephants and Rhinos
And they say angrily:
"Well, no Aibolita?"
And next to the hippos
Grabbed their tummies:
They, the hippos,
Belly hurts.
And then the ostriches
They squeal like pigs.
Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry
Poor ostriches!
And measles, and they have diphtheria,
And smallpox, and bronchitis they have,
And they have a headache
And my throat hurts.
They lie and rave:
"Well, why isn't he going?
Well, why doesn't he go?
Doctor Aibolit?"
And crouched next to
toothy shark,
toothy shark
Lies in the sun.
Oh, her little ones
The poor sharks
It's been twelve days
Teeth hurt!
And a dislocated shoulder
At the poor grasshopper;
He does not jump, he does not jump,
And he weeps bitterly
And the doctor calls:
"Oh, where is the good doctor?
When will he come?"
8
But look, some bird
Getting closer and closer through the air rushes.
On a bird, look, he is sitting Aibolit
And he waves his hat and shouts loudly:
"Long live dear Africa!"
And all the children are happy and happy:
"I've arrived, I've arrived! Hurrah! Hurrah!"
And the bird is circling above them,
And the bird sits on the ground.
And running Aibolit to the hippos
And slaps them on the tummies
And all in order
Gives you chocolate
And puts and puts them thermometers!
And to the striped
He runs to the tiger cubs.
And to the poor hunchbacks
sick camels,
And every gogol
Every mogul,
Gogol-mogul,
Gogol-mogul,
He will treat you with mogul-mogul.
ten nights Aibolit
Doesn't eat, doesn't drink, doesn't sleep
ten nights in a row
He heals the unfortunate animals
And puts and puts them thermometers.
9
So he cured them
Limpopo!
So he cured the sick.
Limpopo!
And they went to laugh
Limpopo!
And dance and play
Limpopo!
And Shark Karakula
Right eye winked
And laughs, and laughs,
Like someone is tickling her.
And little hippos
Grabbed by the tummies
And laugh, pour -
So the oaks are shaking.
Here's Hippo, here's Popo,
Hippo Popo, Hippo Popo!
Here comes the Hippo.
It comes from Zanzibar.
He goes to Kilimanjaro -
And he screams, and he sings:
"Glory, glory Aibolitu!
Glory to the good doctors!
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!
And the fox came to Aibolit:
"Oh, I got stung by a wasp!"
And the watchdog came to Aibolit:
“A chicken pecked on my nose!”
And the hare came running
And she screamed: “Ai, ai!
My bunny got hit by a tram!
My bunny, my boy
Got hit by a tram!
He ran down the path
And his legs were cut
And now he's sick and lame
My little hare!”
And Aibolit said: “It doesn’t matter!
Give it here!
I'll sew him new legs,
He will run again along the path.
And they brought him a bunny,
Such a sick, lame,
And the doctor sewed on his legs,
And the hare jumps again.
And with him the hare-mother
I also went to dance
And she laughs and screams:
“Well, thank you. Aibolit!
Suddenly from somewhere a jackal
Rode on a mare:
"Here's a telegram for you
From Hippo!"
"Come, doctor,
Go to Africa soon
And save me doctor
Our babies!"
"What's happened? Really
Are your kids sick?
"Yes Yes Yes! They have angina
scarlet fever, cholera,
diphtheria, appendicitis,
Malaria and bronchitis!
Come soon
Good Doctor Aibolit!
"Okay, okay, I'll run,
I will help your children.
But where do you live?
On a mountain or in a swamp?
We live in Zanzibar
In the Kalahari and the Sahara
On Mount Fernando Po,
Where hippo walks
Along the wide Limpopo.
And Aibolit got up, Aibolit ran.
He runs through the fields, but through the forests, through the meadows.
And only one word repeats Aibolit:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
And in his face the wind, and snow, and hail:
"Hey, Aibolit, come back!"
And Aibolit fell and lies on the snow:
"I can't go any further."
And now to him because of the Christmas tree
Furry wolves run out:
"Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback,
We will take you alive!”
And Aibolit galloped forward
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
But in front of them is the sea -
Raging, noisy in space.
And there is a high wave in the sea.
Now she will swallow Aibolit.
"Oh, if I drown
If I go to the bottom
With my forest animals?
But here comes the whale:
"Sit on me, Aibolit,
And like a big ship
I'll take you forward!"
And sat on the whale Aibolit
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
And the mountains stand in his way
And he starts to crawl over the mountains,
And the mountains are getting higher, and the mountains are getting steeper,
And the mountains go under the very clouds!
"Oh, if I don't get there,
If I get lost along the way
What will become of them, the sick,
With my forest animals?
And now from a high cliff
Eagles flew to Aibolit:
"Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback,
We will take you alive!”
And sat on the eagle Aibolit
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
And in Africa
And in Africa
On black
Limpopo,
Sitting and crying
In Africa
Sad Hippo.
He's in Africa, he's in Africa
Sitting under a palm tree
And on the sea from Africa
Looks without rest:
Doesn't he ride in a boat
Dr. Aibolit?
And roam along the road
Elephants and Rhinos
And they say angrily:
“Well, there is no Aibolit?”
And next to the hippos
Grabbed their tummies:
They, the hippos,
Belly hurts.
And then the ostriches
They squeal like pigs.
Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry
Poor ostrich!
And measles, and they have diphtheria,
And smallpox, and bronchitis they have,
And their head hurts
And my throat hurts.
They lie and rave:
“Well, why doesn’t he go,
Well, why doesn't he go?
Dr. Aibolit?"
And crouched next to
toothy shark,
toothy shark
Lies in the sun.
Oh, her little ones
The poor sharks
It's been twelve days
Teeth hurt!
And a dislocated shoulder
At the poor grasshopper;
He does not jump, he does not jump,
And he weeps bitterly
And the doctor calls:
“Oh, where is the good doctor?
When will he come?"
But look, some bird
Getting closer and closer through the air rushes.
On the bird, look, Aibolit is sitting
And he waves his hat and shouts loudly:
"Long live dear Africa!"
And all the children are happy and happy:
“I have arrived, I have arrived! Hooray! Hooray!"
And the bird is circling above them,
And the bird sits on the ground.
And Aibolit runs to the hippos,
And slaps them on the tummies
And all in order
Gives you chocolate
And puts and puts them thermometers!
And to the striped
He runs to the tiger cubs.
And to the poor hunchbacks
sick camels,
And every gogol
Every mogul,
Gogol-mogul,
Gogol-mogul,
He will treat you with mogul-mogul.
Ten nights Aibolit
Doesn't eat, doesn't drink, doesn't sleep
ten nights in a row
He heals the unfortunate animals
And puts and puts them thermometers.
So he cured them
Limpopo!
So he cured the sick.
Limpopo!
And they went to laugh
Limpopo!
And dance and play
Limpopo!
And Shark Karakula
Right eye winked
And laughs, and laughs,
Like someone is tickling her.
And little hippos
Grabbed by the tummies
And laugh, pour -
So the oaks are shaking.
Here's Hippo, here's Popo,
Hippo Popo, Hippo Popo!
Here comes the Hippo.
It comes from Zanzibar.
He goes to Kilimanjaro -
And he screams, and he sings:
“Glory, glory to Aibolit!
Glory to the good doctors!
Chukovsky K.I.
Fairy tale in verses by Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky Aibolit in mp3 format - listen or download for free.
Korney Chukovsky - Aibolit read:
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!
And the fox came to Aibolit:
"Oh, I got stung by a wasp!"
And the watchdog came to Aibolit:
“A chicken pecked on my nose!”
And the hare came running
And she screamed: “Ai, ai!
My bunny got hit by a tram!
My bunny, my boy
Got hit by a tram!
He ran down the path
And his legs were cut
And now he's sick and lame
My little hare!”
And Aibolit said: “It doesn’t matter!
Give it here!
I'll sew him new legs,
He'll run down the path again."
And they brought him a bunny,
Such a sick, lame,
And the doctor sewed on his legs.
And the hare jumps again.
And with him the hare-mother
She also went to dance.
And she laughs and screams:
“Well, thank you, Aibolit!”
Suddenly from somewhere a jackal
Rode on a mare:
"Here's a telegram for you
From Hippo!"
"Come, doctor,
Go to Africa soon
And save me doctor
Our babies!"
"What's happened? Really
Are your kids sick?
"Yes Yes Yes! They have angina
scarlet fever, cholera,
diphtheria, appendicitis,
Malaria and bronchitis!
Come soon
Good Doctor Aibolit!
"Okay, okay, I'll run,
I will help your children.
But where do you live?
On a mountain or in a swamp?
"We live in Zanzibar,
In the Kalahari and the Sahara
On Mount Fernando Po,
Where hippo walks
Along the wide Limpopo.
And Aibolit got up, Aibolit ran.
He runs through the fields, through the forests, through the meadows.
And only one word repeats Aibolit:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
And in his face the wind, and snow, and hail:
"Hey, Aibolit, come back!"
And Aibolit fell and lies on the snow:
And now to him because of the Christmas tree
Furry wolves run out:
"Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback,
We will take you alive!”
And Aibolit galloped forward
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
But here is the sea in front of them -
Raging, noisy in space.
And a high wave goes to the sea,
Now she will swallow Aibolit.
"Oh, if I drown,
If I go to the bottom.
With my forest animals?
But here comes the whale:
"Sit on me, Aibolit,
And like a big ship
I'll take you forward!"
And sat on the whale Aibolit
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
And the mountains stand in his way
And he starts to crawl over the mountains,
And the mountains are getting higher, and the mountains are getting steeper,
And the mountains go under the very clouds!
"Oh, if I don't get there,
If I get lost along the way
What will become of them, the sick,
With my forest animals?
And now from a high cliff
Eagles flew to Aibolit:
"Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback,
We will take you alive!”
And sat on the eagle Aibolit
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
And in Africa
And in Africa
On black
Sitting and crying
Sad Hippo.
He's in Africa, he's in Africa
Sitting under a palm tree
And on the sea from Africa
Looks without rest:
Doesn't he ride in a boat
Dr. Aibolit?
And roam along the road
Elephants and Rhinos
And they say angrily:
“Well, there is no Aibolit?”
And next to the hippos
Grabbed their tummies:
They, the hippos,
Belly hurts.
And then the ostriches
They squeal like pigs.
Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry
Poor ostriches!
And measles, and they have diphtheria,
And smallpox, and bronchitis they have,
And they have a headache
And my throat hurts.
They lie and rave:
“Well, why doesn’t he go,
Well, why doesn't he go?
Dr. Aibolit?"
And crouched next to
toothy shark,
toothy shark
Lies in the sun.
Oh, her little ones
The poor sharks
It's been twelve days
Teeth hurt!
And a dislocated shoulder
At the poor grasshopper;
He does not jump, he does not jump,
And he weeps bitterly
And the doctor calls:
“Oh, where is the good doctor?
When will he come?"
But look, some bird
Getting closer and closer through the air rushes.
On the bird, look, Aibolit is sitting
And he waves his hat and shouts loudly:
"Long live dear Africa!"
And all the children are happy and happy:
“I have arrived, I have arrived! Hooray! Hooray!"
And the bird circling above them,
And the bird sits on the ground.
And Aibolit runs to the hippos,
And slaps them on the tummies
And all in order
Gives you chocolate
And puts and puts them thermometers!
And to the striped
He runs to the tiger cubs,
And to the poor hunchbacks
sick camels,
And every gogol
Every mogul,
Gogol-mogul,
Gogol-mogul,
He will treat you with mogul-mogul.
Ten nights Aibolit
Doesn't eat or drink or sleep
ten nights in a row
He heals the unfortunate animals,
And puts and puts them thermometers.
So he cured them
Limpopo! Here he cured the sick,
Limpopo! And they went to laugh
Limpopo! And dance and play
And Shark Karakula
Right eye winked
And laughs, and laughs,
Like someone is tickling her.
And little hippos
Grabbed by the tummies
And laugh, pour -
So the mountains are shaking.
Here's Hippo, here's Popo,
Hippo Popo, Hippo Popo!
Here comes the Hippo.
It comes from Zanzibar
He goes to Kilimanjaro -
And he screams, and he sings:
“Glory, glory to Aibolit!
Glory to the good doctors!
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. "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, for each poetic work of those times, the 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 thin strings meanings and dreams, and therefore - chase the 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.
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!
part 2
And the fox came to Aibolit:
"Oh, I got stung by a wasp!"
And the watchdog came to Aibolit:
“A chicken pecked on my nose!”
And the hare came running
And she screamed: “Ai, ai!
My bunny got hit by a tram!
My bunny, my boy
Got hit by a tram!
He ran down the path
And his legs were cut
And now he's sick and lame
My little hare!”
And Aibolit said: “It doesn’t matter!
Give it here!
I'll sew him new legs,
He'll run down the path again."
And they brought him a bunny,
Such a sick, lame,
And the doctor sewed on his legs.
And the hare jumps again.
And with him the hare-mother
She also went to dance.
And she laughs and screams:
“Well, thank you, Aibolit!”
part 3
Suddenly from somewhere a jackal
Rode on a mare:
"Here's a telegram for you
From Hippo!"
"Come, doctor,
Go to Africa soon
And save me doctor
Our babies!"
"What's happened? Really
Are your kids sick?
"Yes Yes Yes! They have angina
scarlet fever, cholera,
diphtheria, appendicitis,
Malaria and bronchitis!
Come soon
Good Doctor Aibolit!
"Okay, okay, I'll run,
I will help your children.
But where do you live?
On a mountain or in a swamp?
"We live in Zanzibar,
In the Kalahari and the Sahara
On Mount Fernando Po,
Where hippo walks
Along the wide Limpopo.
part 4
And Aibolit got up, Aibolit ran.
He runs through the fields, through the forests, through the meadows.
And only one word repeats Aibolit:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
And in his face the wind, and snow, and hail:
"Hey, Aibolit, come back!"
And Aibolit fell and lies on the snow:
And now to him because of the Christmas tree
Furry wolves run out:
"Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback,
We will take you alive!”
And Aibolit galloped forward
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
part 5
But here is the sea in front of them -
Raging, noisy in space.
And a high wave goes to the sea,
Now she will swallow Aibolit.
"Oh, if I drown,
If I go to the bottom.
With my forest animals?
But here comes the whale:
"Sit on me, Aibolit,
And like a big ship
I'll take you forward!"
And sat on the whale Aibolit
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
part 6
And the mountains stand in his way
And he starts to crawl over the mountains,
And the mountains are getting higher, and the mountains are getting steeper,
And the mountains go under the very clouds!
"Oh, if I don't get there,
If I get lost along the way
What will become of them, the sick,
With my forest animals?
And now from a high cliff
Eagles flew to Aibolit:
"Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback,
We will take you alive!”
And sat on the eagle Aibolit
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
part 7
And in Africa
And in Africa
On black
Sitting and crying
Sad Hippo.
He's in Africa, he's in Africa
Sitting under a palm tree
And on the sea from Africa
Looks without rest:
Doesn't he ride in a boat
Dr. Aibolit?
And roam along the road
Elephants and Rhinos
And they say angrily:
“Well, there is no Aibolit?”
And next to the hippos
Grabbed their tummies:
They, the hippos,
Belly hurts.
And then the ostriches
They squeal like pigs.
Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry
Poor ostriches!
And measles, and they have diphtheria,
And smallpox, and bronchitis they have,
And they have a headache
And my throat hurts.
They lie and rave:
“Well, why doesn’t he go,
Well, why doesn't he go?
Dr. Aibolit?"
And crouched next to
toothy shark,
toothy shark
Lies in the sun.
Oh, her little ones
The poor sharks
It's been twelve days
Teeth hurt!
And a dislocated shoulder
At the poor grasshopper;
He does not jump, he does not jump,
And he weeps bitterly
And the doctor calls:
“Oh, where is the good doctor?
When will he come?"
part 8
But look, some bird
Getting closer and closer through the air rushes.
On the bird, look, Aibolit is sitting
And he waves his hat and shouts loudly:
"Long live dear Africa!"
And all the children are happy and happy:
“I have arrived, I have arrived! Hooray! Hooray!"
And the bird circling above them,
And the bird sits on the ground.
And Aibolit runs to the hippos,
And slaps them on the tummies
And all in order
Gives you chocolate
And puts and puts them thermometers!
And to the striped
He runs to the tiger cubs,
And to the poor hunchbacks
sick camels,
And every gogol
Every mogul,
Gogol-mogul,
Gogol-mogul,
He will treat you with mogul-mogul.
Ten nights Aibolit
Doesn't eat or drink or sleep
ten nights in a row
He heals the unfortunate animals,
And puts and puts them thermometers.
part 9
So he cured them
Limpopo! Here he cured the sick,
Limpopo! And they went to laugh
Limpopo! And dance and play
And Shark Karakula
Right eye winked
And laughs, and laughs,
Like someone is tickling her.
And little hippos
Grabbed by the tummies
And laugh, pour -
So the mountains are shaking.
Here's Hippo, here's Popo,
Hippo Popo, Hippo Popo!
Here comes the Hippo.
It comes from Zanzibar
He goes to Kilimanjaro -
And he screams, and he sings:
“Glory, glory to Aibolit!
Glory to the good doctors!
