Our vociferous feathered neighbors decorate our everyday life not only with their singing, but also with their very presence. And they are just amazing. Birds can live high in the mountains, and in hot deserts, and in fields and forests, and even next to us, in gassed cities and megacities.

They share airspace with aircraft and keep their nests out of reach. Wise, harmless, proud and such alluring birds...

Birds have inspired and continue to inspire poets and writers of all countries to create brilliant poems and stories. In, we invite you to a poetic evening dedicated to birds today. Let's tell children about birds in rhyme and read and discuss children's poems about birds together.

Poems about birds for children

About migratory birds, about sedentary birds and forest birds, about all there are beautiful lines from the wise, who know how to observe and notice the authors. Poems about birds for children will help you get to know them better and learn better about their mysterious life)))

bird feast

Leaves fall off the branches.
The rains don't stop pouring.
Flocks of birds fly away
heading south.
But the gray dove remained
winter on bare branches.
Up and down the trees
a flock of tit birds jumps.

The crossbill bird huddles in the nest,
and the crow is at the window.
Help the birds meet the day
when spring comes.
Walk along the slopes
give them feeders.
Even from the north bullfinch
will fly to this feast.
Tatyana Bokova

* * *

Jumping nimble tit
She doesn't sit still
Jump-jump, jump-jump,
It twirled like a top.

I sat down for a minute
She scratched her chest with her beak,
And from the track - to the wattle fence,
Tiri-tiri, shadow-shadow-shadow.
A. Barto

The caterpillar is gone

Geese walk in the morning
Through the wide yard
Worry, scream
They will not consider goslings in any way ...

Ha-ha-ha! go-go-go-go!
There is no one gosling ...
Did he run off into the woods? -
The rooster tells them.

No; didn't the kite take it away? -
A duck is arguing - a flat nose.
And the turkey: - Baldy-baldy!
Search by the water.

White geese converged
They trudged along the road.
The black raven has arrived
On the wattle fence sat higher:

Carr-carr! I saw it myself
Like a wolf running with a gosling.

How to help the trouble now?
Geese with grief - march to the water
And set off on the waves...

Look - the caterpillar is there too!
The geese roared at once:
How dare you leave us?

And the gosling: - Go-go-go!
I like water the most.

R. Kudasheva

The starlings have arrived

A tall maple is waiting for guests -
The branch house is fortified.

The roof is painted
There is a porch for singers...
In the blue sky, chirping is heard -
A family of starlings is flying towards us.

We got up early today
We were waiting for the birds yesterday.
Security walks around the yard
Drives cats out of the yard.

We wave our hands to the starlings,
Drum and sing:
- Live in our house!
Well you will be in it!

The birds began to approach
Arrived at the yard
We couldn't resist
Chorus shouted: - Hurrah!

Amazing thing:
The whole family is gone!

A. Barto

Ten birds - a flock

Sing along, sing along:
Ten birds - a flock.

This bird is a nightingale
This bird is a sparrow.
This bird is an owl
Sleepy head.
This bird is a waxwing
This bird is a corncrake

This bird is a bird
Gray feather.
This one is a finch.
This one is a haircut.
This one is a merry siskin.
Well, this one is an evil eagle.
Birds, birds - go home!

I. Tokmakova

pigeons

white doves
They flew to the hole.
They have ice cold water
I want to get drunk
Just one drop
So as not to catch a cold.

M. Plyatskovsky

Dove

white dove,
blue skirt,
Walked on the water
Soaked the skirt.
blue dove says:
- Oh, you, a harmful puddle!
And the pigeon says:
- Oh, you, my poor!
Nina Orlova

* * *

Bullfinch sits on a branch
In a pink vest
And the woodpecker in bright red
Satin hat.
Jays flicker in the distance -
Blue cowboys.
M. Plyatskovsky

Finch

Only morning comes in the garden

Before I wake up, I hear:

On the branch, then louder, then quieter

Without restraint, the finch sings.

Bathed in scarlet dawn

Clicks tongue,

Like the best in the world

He had breakfast

Worm!

Timofey Belozerov

Stork

By the side of the road
A long-legged stork is walking.
The best of fathers
Looking for food for the chicks.

Stork

Stork - long,
Stork - thin
The house was built without a porch.
Look - stork
Born all in the father.
He still looks like his mother
She works late.
Give them, woodpecker, a telegram,
Congratulate them on their new home!
Viktor Bokov

* * *

They flew to us with the winds
Flocks of bright waxwings.
The waxwings have arrived,
They sang the song of the north.
G. Ladonshchikov

Sparrow

Past the blue doves
A sparrow is flying.
Sparrow is so tiny!
Looks a little like me.
Nimble little chick
Fidget and fighter.
And a fervent cry rings out:
- Chick-chirp and chick-chirp!

* * *

The sparrow jumped in the garden,
Nearby the cat played hide and seek with him ...
- Do not catch me a cat,
I am agile on the fly.

Jump and jump, what a bird
Everything is not in place.
In appearance there is no one braver,
A sparrow jumps fast.

Along the paths, along the paths
Jumping gray sparrow.
What is he looking for? looking for crumbs
For myself and for the children.
M. Petrov

Sparrow

Sparrow in a puddle
Jumping and spinning.
He ruffled his feathers
The tail fluffed up.
Good weather!
Chiv-chiv-chil!
Agniya Barto

Sparrow

Poor, poor sparrow
He sits and cries
Because the thief beat
His name means.
It's not his fault at all.
Which is a little thieving.
These janitors and cats
Yes the boy is evil
Don't let a crumb peck
Sparrow
None!
Someone is feeding the pigeons
Don't get lost, sparrow!
Bread crumb on the fly - grab it!
And on a branch, to feast.
Ekaterina Zhdanova

* * *

Shrubs blushed
Not from the dawn.
Those red lanterns
The snowmen lit up.

L. Tatyanicheva

Duck

I'm going to the water now.
Who is swimming in the pond?
By the bushes where forget-me-nots
Ducks guard the fish.
Nearby is a brood of ducklings,
All ducklings want to eat.
Telling them something
Ducks quack: - Quack-quack!

* * *

field lark,
There is no better singer!
In an open field - your house.
In a clear sky - a song.
V. Berestov

swallows

Rain, rain pours everywhere.
The chicks are happy in the nest:
- Mom will stay at home,
Never fly away!
Grigore Vieru

Martin

Together with spring, it flies to visit us,
A black dash flickers in the sky.
Fast bird, arrow tail,
Deftly hunts for mosquitoes.

Tatyana Koval

lark

The dark forest glowed in the sun,
In the valley of steam, thin whitens,
And sang an early song
In azure the lark is sonorous.
He is loud from above
Sings, sparkling in the sun:
Spring came to us young,
Here I sing the coming of spring...

V.A. Zhukovsky

Cuckoo

What, cuckoo, are you cuckooing,
Making everyone sad?
Maybe you miss the chicks?
Looking for them - KU-KU, KU-KU.

Tatyana Koval

Cuckoo

It's close, it's somewhere far away
Walks all over the forest.
And the summer blooms softly
Underneath it's sweet

Slightly smells of overheated tar.
Facing the breeze,
I lie blissfully under the tree
And I listen

"Coo-coo, coo-coo!"

E. Blaginina

two blackbirds

You see, they look from the nest
Two young thrushes.
The beak will show the first thrush,
And the second will show the nose

S. Marshak

blackbird

The blackbird is black as coal.

The blackbird is like a black raven.

Only the beak of a different color -

It's orange...

Exactly the same in the beak

A drop of dawn

Strongly holds the Bird-night.

Svetlana Pshenichnykh

Crow

Here is a crow on a sloping roof
So from the winter and remained shaggy ...
And in the air - spring bells,
Even the spirit took over the crow...

Suddenly jumped sideways stupid lope,
Down on the ground she looks sideways:

What turns white under the tender grass?
They turn yellow under the gray bench
Last year's wet shavings...
It's all at the crow - toys,

And so the crow is happy
That spring and breathe freely for her! ..

A. Blok

Woodpecker

What kind of bird
What kind of bird
To us on the first page
Arrived and sits;
sharp beak
Early in the morning
It looks like it's charging
Is our tree hollowed out?
then you, bird,
Crazy -
Are you knocking and not singing?
At dawn
Every now and then
Do you let the kids sleep?
- And she didn’t go crazy at all:
Singing songs is not our business,
Here I am sitting, knocking:
You will become
Very boring,
If suddenly I shut up.
And shut up...
But in the morning
The bark is falling again
Again the same knock is heard:
"Knock-Knock!..
Knock Knock!..
Knock Knock!.."
Is that you again, buddy?
– Who else? - answered the Woodpecker.
Sergei Kozlov

Birds

Alena Poletaeva

The sun began to set
Birds flew into the nests.

There the chicks live with them -
Mom and dad are waiting!

Early in the morning, at dawn,
All the children are waking up.

And flocks of birds from the forest -
They fly to work.

To feed your children,
You don't have to be lazy!

magic bird

Alena Ranneva

I made a magic bird
You can befriend her!
She only flies to
Who is kind and honest.
For those who know how to work
Who is not afraid to meet trouble.
To that a bird flies,
Whose heart strives for courage!
About that bird in the song is sung,
And what is the name of this bird?
Which drives bad weather?
They call her the BIRD OF HAPPINESS!

Boris Shmukler

Birds are not at all out of boredom
They emit sounds into space.
Communicate with singing
They swear with singing.

Drum beat is heard.
Woodpecker beak knock, knock, knock.
Strong beak at dinner
Produces woodworms.

White stork very clearly
The beak clicks with a ratchet.
Clicking will help him,
Because he can't sing.

The cuckoo cuckooed
Ku-ku-ku and ku-ku-ku.
Wishing me for many years
I'll tell her: Mercy to the side!

Kar - kar croaks a crow,
Perched on a lantern.
As if the guardian of the articles of the law
Preaching morality.

Doves coo among themselves
No songs are heard.

Hoots and laughter are heard,
Timid - already takes fear.
Do not be afraid. This is a scream -
The owl gives a voice.

The gift of the speaker as a share
Gets a parrot.
The meaning of "tribune" does not shake,
Repeats everything he hears.

Only small birds sing beautifully:
Orioles, starlings, tits.
Singing gift is also recognized
Canaries, from the Canaries.

Sparrows are mischievous,
They jump like clockwork.
On paths and branches
Chick - chirp like kids.

Sweet-sounding nightingale.
There is no singer in the forest more audible.
On account of his cascade
The most virtuoso roulades.

birdie

Vitaly Filenko

Only the sun warmed
The bird has come to visit.
The bird sat on a pole
She opened her mouth.
Beak snapped
She clicked her tongue.
Puff - puff - puff - puff
Went a long way.
Phew - Phew - Phew - Phew
I'm nesting here.
fiu - fiu - fiu - fu
I call my female.
fiu - fiu - fiu - fey
Come here soon.
And all morning long
This bird sings to us.

Cognitive Riddles About Birds

Galina Tomashevskaya 2

Birds are different
they don't hide it.
There are lazy people, parasites;
There are those who are afraid.

Fighters and bullies,
very quick to fight.
If you hear the word "beat"
this is a brother (?) sparrow.

2
We don't miss the birds
we often don't notice them.
But when they suddenly fall silent,
the silence “cuts” our hearing.

A forest without birds is clear
looks dangerous!
Let always among the branches
a nightingale chirps (?) to us!

3
There are still birds in the world -
we can be proud of them!
Bird of peace and freedom
all nations know it.

They give her grain and crumbs
even from a small hand.
Symbol of life for people -
in the sky a flock (?) of doves!

4
These birds, as always,
looking for "brushwood" for the nest.
There will be mother birds
lay eggs there.

To feed the chicks
they need to catch midges.
They themselves do not know
save the harvest.

In plants, like doctors -
everywhere labor (?) rooks.

5
Who lives in a nest on a branch
and doesn't eat candy?
He flies through the gardens
and find food there.

Those who harm the tree
our apples are eaten,
They know they won't wait
get it underground.

Who is this fellow?
We call him (?) starling!

6
There are many smart birds
on all paws of craftswomen.

Black suit, with a well-aimed eye
And with very rare agility;
thievish and cunning, does little good.

In cities where people are crowded,
wonderful place!
Bread, cutlets, pasta -
everyone will find (?) crows.

Bird chores

Igor Shevchuk

Here are the chicks
Well done -
Everything is in the palm of your hand!
Feeding mothers and fathers
The tribe is young.

Mom - come on!
Dad - come on!
The kids opened their mouths.
How much do not get into your mouth -
Again peep on the branch.

Whatever you give
Raskardash
Just triple...
One thing on my mind: when
Will it all close?

The boys appeared in the nest

Inna Dementieva

The children appeared in the nest,
Haven't fledged yet.
caring mother in the morning
They will be taken care of.
First, the children will pacify,
Then it will fly for food.
Here is a worm, but a bug -
Delicious lunch bowl.
Who sleeps, he sits with hunger.
The one who has eaten is already sleeping.
Quietly sit chicks -
Voracious fellows.
There is a downy litter in the nest,
They hug each other back to back.
Mother flies all day
The nest protects from cats.
And in the evening a caring mother
Children will take a gentle look,
And the children will sleep soundly
Without fear. Mom is nearby.

How do birds walk

Lera Murashova

Birds live in the city
singing songs in the morning
fly the same
but they move differently.

Pigeons are walking
sparrows run,
and the crow - sideways, sideways,
with twist and turn!
And the wagtail shakes
up and down its tail is narrow.

Where the birds rest

Luda Pavlova

The sparrow has a house on a branch,
For pigeons, their home is a roof,
The song canary has a cage.
In the thick needles, the siskin sleeps at night.

The house for the cuckoo is a dense forest,
For the nightingale, the house is a green bush,
And for the mighty eagles - steep,
For all crows - crown trees.

Home for penguins - South Pole,
House for swifts - air dome,
Ducks need tall reeds
And woodpeckers - those bitches, or hollows.

Swamp - for long-legged herons,
Rowan in the cold - waxwings,
Flamingo pink - shallow,
Klestam - where in the cones of pine, spruce.

Everyone has a place in the world -
Where he rests wonderfully.

bird choir

Ludmila Gulyeva

Near the house, in the yard
The birds are singing at dawn!
So the sun is greeted
Fatigue does not know!

At three o'clock in the morning they sing
And they won't let me sleep!
Are the birds already awake?
And why can't they sleep?

All sparrows, tits -
Great singers!
Starlings, then - zyryanki
They are echoed early in the morning!

I rub my eyes awake:
- But where is the lark?
He flies in the sky
And whistles to me!
Under the window - an excellent choir -
Philharmonic is not a yard!

Closer to people

Ludmila Zaikina 2

You hear a loud knock-knock.
Nearby, a bough cracked loudly.
This is a woodpecker - "cleans" the forest, -
There is a benefit and he will eat.

They flew in a brisk flock -
The whistlers whistled.
Bullfinches having made a circle,
They suddenly sat on the mountain ash,

On the snow from berries, a trace,
Like a garnet bracelet.
Forty will rustle in the forest
Silent all-Alarm!

Only silence breaks
Field mouse in leaves.
Everyone fled to the village,
It's hard here without food.

There, at the school, there is for birds,
Crumbs of bread and wheat.
They are not afraid of the cold,
There is always food nearby.

Where the birds sleep

Ludmila Tchannikova

(baby)

Did you know,
Where the birds sleep
street sparrows,
Pigeons, tits?

When it gets dark, they're gone!
Where is their lodging and lodging
In terrible frosts
In snow, blizzard and thunderstorms?

To us from the dawn side
They arrive in the morning.
Seeds peck in gardens
They are fun to fly.

Fly away for the winter
Birds in different directions:
Cranes and kingfishers,
Seagulls, swallows, starlings,

Ducks, swans and geese,
Nightingales stray -
You can't count everyone, but everyone will return,
Migratory birds.

Pigeons - those sleep on the roofs
Near pipes and in different niches.
Jackdaws and crows -
On trees, in crowns.

Gentle birds doze
In these whirlwinds of snow.
Before going to sleep they hustle
They look at the world from above.

Sparrows sleep in the bushes
On dried leaves
On frosty hills
Hiding in the leaves.

Sleeping on spruce branches
Jays, bullfinches, tits.
Putting beaks in the wing,
They are warm in a friendly flock.

Capercaillie, black grouse
Buried in the snow
And pikas, kinglets
They sleep in hollows like moths.

Sensitively the birds sleep in winter,
Waking up at dawn.
Lucky - they will find a hollow,
It's luxurious and warm!

We will teach the birds to the feeder,
Feeding them wheat
To listen again in the spring
Bird songs outside the window.

We will give them seeds
To not starve
To many years and winters
They came to visit.

We are waiting for you

Lyudmila Skripchenko

Birds, birds, come!
And choose apartments
Who is a birdhouse, who is a hollow,
To keep you warm!

Build nests from branches
Take your kids out
Cheer us up with a song
Every day and every hour!

Line the nests with fluff
And cover with a leaf
Not to get wet in the rain
We look forward to seeing you!

Like our yard

Margarita Biryukova

Like our yard
Playing all day long:
fidget jackdaws
They play catch up

Sparrows - in leapfrog
In front of passers-by
In jump ropes,
Hide and seek...

And the tits are mischievous
They love to sing and have fun!
They are not lazy all day
Sing-ring: "Tin-titen!"

And the starlings-well done -
Top notch singers
To us from all over the earth
Got a lot of songs!

Well, the doves coo
On the path at the gate
Gently dancing in pairs
They lead a round dance...

And white-sided magpies
Toddlers are given lessons -
Mornings and evenings
Learn bird languages

To click with a beak and crack,
Chatter, chirp,
A hundred times tongue twisters
Repeat without hesitation...

Only a gray crow -
Very important person!
Sits as if on a throne
Next door on the balcony -
Keeping a strict look
Keeping order...

Granny and I are noisy birds
Crumbled out the window
Sweet bun with raisins
And they poured millet.

And they said to them with grandma:
"Chicks-chicks! Ghouls-ghouls!
Hey, fly over here!
Delicious food is waiting for you!"

bird floors

Marina Savchenko

Bird houses forest -
All on different floors.
Who is in the hollow, and who is lower,
Under a bush or just like that.
Robins hide in burrows.
Among the branches is a nest of bunting.
bluebird house
You won't find it easily.
And on the third floor -
Feathers are already being cleaned -
Oriole and kinglet,
And you don't know.

birdie

Natalia Rozbitskaya

The bird wakes up early
Dawn smiles bright,
Admire the flower
Let it whisper with a leaf.
Will play with the wind in the field,
Drifting among the branches,
The lovely anthem will be sung to the sun...
So that the day was wonderful!

I want to be a bird

Olga Alieva 3

Mom with her daughter
Walked in the yard.
- I want to be a titmouse -
The girl said.

You wouldn't scold me
That the knees are knocked down
And what on a sunny day
The head is open.

And I would go to bed
Under the maple leaf
And you don't have to force
Clean my teeth.

I would at breakfast and lunch
Picked up crumbs
And then you would me
Didn't force me to eat.

And I wouldn't rush
Sleepy in kindergarten.
I want to be a titmouse! -
The child is speaking.

About the chick

Olga Borisova 5

The chick fell from the nest
Because it's too small
Mom is a bird all in alarm:
Poor bird on the road!
Whirling around at his feet, screaming.
For someone to help
I hurry for adults
Please help the kid.
My elder brother is dexterous, brave
Came to the rescue first
Be careful, don't rush
Brought the baby to the nest.
Mom - the bird rejoiced!
chirped merrily
And now to our delight
Sings so loudly in the morning.

cozy nest

Olga Borisova 5

Little bird builds a house
Yellow-chested titmouse
He carries blades of grass in his beak,
From dandelions - fluffs,
From flowers to petals
And reeds, and leaves.
Everything is useful at work.
The bird builds its nest diligently!
Soon there will be chicks in it
yellowmouth youths
The bird needs to work hard
So that the chicks do not catch a cold,
To keep them warm
Comfortable and light.
This bird knows for sure
The house for children builds firmly!

rare birds

Sasha Bogdanov

You just listen, there is a baklusha bird,
Do not klusha, booby, not a harrier, not a cormorant.
There is a scout bird and a companion bird,
Robber, police officer, dragoon, captain.

And among the birds there is a secretary and an official,
There is a plowman and a mower, a dressmaker and a weaver,
Shepherd and riverman, fisherman, translator,
A stove-maker and a fireman, and a trumpeter bird.

Famous people of pop power,
They live with the surname of a bird. Finally,
There are birds shulyak, smut and barnabas.
And even, imagine, there is a krivets bird.

There is a German and a Goth, a Kyrgyz and a Pole,
There is a Muscovy bird and there is a Siberian,
A soldier and a soldier, and quickly found out
That there is a grenadier, but no grenadier.

There is a pika bird, and a squealing bird,
Revushka, squeaker, gull and bark,
Closer and dandy; check I'm not lying
Whistler, mockingbird and even a brawler.

There is a evdoshka bird, and a shabashka bird,
Toadstool, buzzard, and, count, fool.
And also kavyka, chechotka, lamb,
And a sivka, and a fawn, and a cricket bird!

There is a snowflake bird, a tulip, a rhinoceros,
There is a crowbar, a hatchet, a bracket, a float.
And there is tyranny, need, cardinal,
And believe me, this is far from the end.

Let's start the edible topic with lentils,
There is a puff, not to be confused with a jay, compare.
There is a sour cream bird. funny birds
And what do we know about them?

Well, here's the finale, sorry for the intrigue,
Learn the verse with bird names.
So many of them got into the Red Book,
When you grow up, will you help save them?

Where are the bird's ears?

Tatyana Kazyrina

Everyone has ears
There are birds and animals.
Where are the ears of the birds?
Maybe on top?
Maybe they hid under the feathers
Well, I'll check now...
I searched a hundred tops
Birds have no ears anywhere!

In the nest

Tatyana Ryzhova 5

Closely in this apartment for us:
We are ... one, two, three, - four.
Mom feeds very tasty -
We don't fit right in!

We bring to your attention bird poems for kids And older children. These simple rhymes allow you to expand the horizons of the baby, help to give the child an idea about the world of feathered animals. They are very easy to remember and can be useful in organizing a matinee in kindergarten.

The bird sat on the window

The bird sat on the window.
- Sit a little more!
Sit down, don't fly away!
Flew away ... Ay!

About sparrow

Do not freeze, sparrow,
No boots, no coat?
- Don't worry! I'm used to it!
Chick-chirp! Chick-chick-chirp!

Sparrows are playful

... Sparrows are playful,
Like orphan children
Huddled at the window.
Little birds are chilled,
Hungry, tired
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard with a furious roar
Knocks on the shutters hung
And getting more and more angry...
S. Yesenin

Sparrow

Sparrow jump-jump-jump!
I'm used to moving fast.
The call of the sparrow choir,
The yard serves as their arena.

The trees blossomed
Covered with birds.

So the sparrows chirp
Like kids in kindergarten...

We saw a bullfinch
Or was it dawn?

Bullfinch

scarlet tassel dawn
Paints the bullfinch's breast.
So that in frosts and in a blizzard
He did not freeze in the snow.

Bullfinch

Thirty degrees below zero.
Everything around is white.
The bullfinch sat on a birch branch -
Red-breasted is warm.
And, the brave sang,
He praises the dawn with song.
Know not without reason scarlet tie
Given from birth to a bullfinch.
(Yu.Nikonova)

Woodpecker

It's not too lazy to beat a woodpecker with a beak
All day, all day!
Knock-Knock! Knock-Knock!
Come out of the crack, beetle!

Rook

Rook is beautiful, brilliant and important,
Just smeared with wax.
The arable land flew around and the garden:
He is terribly happy for spring!

Cuckoo

Where are you hiding, cuckoo?
In the middle of the forest? On the edge?
Or over there on that bitch?
And she replied: - Peek-a-boo!

Stork

The stork is a fabulous bird
It would be nice to be friends with her!
The stork loves to live on the roof
Don't startle the bird, be quiet...

Heron

Herons, where do you live?
- Across the river, in the swamp!
knee-deep water here
And there is always plenty of food.

Yurok

Yurok was not a bit tired -
He became more brisk in the evening!
In addition, our Yurok is caring,
And midges stock up for future use.

Emu

Emu is slender and tall,
Buries his head in the sand.
He's a little afraid
Don't scare this bird!

Swan

The swan is a bird, the swan is a peahen,
Proudly looks left, right.
Among birds, as a foreigner:
Just royal posture!

Turkey

They shouted:
- Turkey! Get ready to go south!
And the turkey to them:
- Kha-kha-kha! What is this nonsense?

About the turkey

Turkey look what a hero -
For the turkeys stands a mountain!
Spread the tail, fill with paint,
Everyone looks at him with fear.

ducks

The ducks have come to the meadow.
Worm ducks found:
- That's luck. quack-quack-quack.
We came here for a reason!

Pansy ducks
(N. Polyakova)

At our Anyutka
Screaming ducks.
yellow, tiny,
And the eyes are like beads.
Anyutka ducklings
Doesn't let you into the pond.
“Suddenly,” he says, “
Can't I find them?
And suddenly they will be delayed
Somewhere?
And suddenly they are small,
Drown?
Ducklings in the trough
Water poured.
Annie screams:
- Wow, wow, over here! -
And stupid
Anyutka is ready to cry,
When underwater
The duck is hiding.
Pansy ducks
Small but dexterous
Diving and swimming
Like floats.

Goose

Where did you swim, my goose?
- Don't worry! I'll come back!
I want to see ha-ha,
To other shores!

Cockerel

Important Spotted Cockerel
Proudly wears a comb.
Always rises at dawn.
Calls everyone to work:
"Slackers, stop sleeping!
It's time to meet the sun!
Sang a ringing song
And flew into the chicken coop.
He didn't sleep a bit.
Got up too early in the morning.

Petya-Petya-cockerel

Petya-Petya-cockerel!
golden scallop,
butter head,
silk beard,
Get out the window:
I'll give you peas.

Toucan

From far south
A toucan has entered the zoo.
- Report, knock-knock, I'm glad:
I'm a woodpecker brother!

Birds

Oh, how many birds in the world:
Parrots and tits,
Kingfishers and crossbills,
Pelicans and thrushes.

There are sparrows
There are flamingos, nightingales.
doves, cuckoos,
Fools-simples.

Crow, falcon and owl
(she sits in a hollow during the day)
The woodpecker knocks on the trunk,
The quail is screaming in the field.

You know there are so many!
We can't count them all!
Make us happy with singing
And wild plumage!

winter guests

We made feeders
For hungry winter birds:
- Come to us, girlfriends,
Flocks of frisky tits!

Bullfinches, follow them
Hurry to us under the window!
We will feed you dinner -
There is also millet and millet.

A daw as black as soot
We won't chase.
Let's say to the rogue sparrow:
- Only, chur, do not steal.

And chirping magpies
Know shouting:
- And me! And I!
Gather at the feeder
All feathered friends!
(Yu.Nikonova)

To all the guys

Tame the birds in winter!
Let from all over
They will flock to you, like home,
Stakes on the porch.
Train your birds in winter
To your window
So that without songs it was not necessary
We welcome spring!
(A.Belyakov)

Happy child 23.04.2018

Dear readers, I think everyone will agree with me, modern children can easily understand gadgets, they can find everything they need on the Internet, they even easily learn foreign languages, but they know too little about the nature of their native land: about plants and animals.

It is we, adults, who can tell our kids about the world around us, introduce them to migratory and wintering birds of our region. And by reading and learning poems about birds, children better remember the names of birds and learn a lot of interesting things about them.

How proud this bird is of its beauty!

Kids love to look at colorful books and ask them to read. And, of course, they perceive short poems especially well, including about birds for children 3-4 years old, because rhymed texts sound more fun and are remembered better.

Stork

By the side of the road
A long-legged stork is walking.
The best of fathers
Looking for food for the chicks.

Waxwings

They flew to us with the winds
Flocks of bright waxwings.
The waxwings have arrived,
They sang the song of the north.
G. Ladonshchikov

Bullfinches

Shrubs blushed
Not from the dawn.
Those red lanterns
The snowmen lit up.
L. Tatyanicheva

lark

field lark,
There is no better singer!
In an open field - your house.
In the clear sky - a song.
V. Berestov

Hen and rooster

The chicken cackles: “Kooh!
How I want peas.
And the cock to her: “Do not crack!
Better get up and look."
Elena Stekvashova

Finch got warm

Finch: - Ping! Ping! Ping!
Take off your coat! Throw off! Throw off!
The finch has blossomed -
The finch is warm!
E. Moshkovskaya

swallows

Rain, rain pours everywhere.
The chicks are happy in the nest:
Mom will stay at home
Never fly away!
Grigore Vieru

Owl

Owl hoots, laughs,
He wants to scare everyone in the forest.
I have from this bird
Goosebumps run down your back.
Tatyana Koval

Goose

"Goose, but they tell the truth,
What are you pinching everyone in a row?
“What are you,” the goose said yawning, “
I can't pinch everyone."
Tatyana Koval

Rooster

I am a beautiful rooster
There are spurs and a comb.
The tail is beautifully painted -
All our chickens love it.
Tatyana Koval

Peacock

What is this bird
Proud of her beauty!
Tail like a golden fan
That wonderful bird!
Andrey Paroshin

Birds sing in the morning - they bring beauty to the world!

Children who are familiar with the world around them, with the plants and inhabitants that inhabit it, always appreciate and love it much more. Therefore, it is so useful to introduce children to nature. In this section you will find poems about birds for children 5, 6, 7 years old.

The bird is a friend

Birds sing in the morning
Bring beauty to the world!

I went out in the summer in the morning -
Not cars, happy birds!

The sun is shining, the sky is golden,
And from the trees the birds trill sounds!

The bird is like a friend, comrade, brother,
Everyone is happy in her heart!

Hen and cockerel

Corydalis chicken vomits:
- Ko-ko-ko, my chickens!
It's time for you to pluck the grass,
Peck worms in the grass.
Cockerel:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
All the kids - a worm!
Ludmila Gromova

birdie

Fun on the loose
little bird to fly,
Above the flowers in the field
Sing songs.
And on a flexible branch
In the dusk of the forest
Children are waiting for the singer
In the native nest.
S. Drozhzhin

Finch

Only morning comes in the garden
Before I wake up, I hear:
On the branch, then louder, then quieter
Without restraint, the finch sings.
Bathed in scarlet dawn
Clicks tongue,
Like the best in the world
He had breakfast with a worm!
Timofey Belozerov

doctor woodpecker

Doctor Woodpecker sat on a bough,
Knocks on the bark: knock-knock.
- That's it, rowan tree, -
Dr. Woodpecker says -
You are sick, you have a sore throat,
That's why it looks gloomy.
Here's a sweet potion for you
For the temperature to pass.
And for each of your branches
I'll prescribe the pills now!
Mikhail Plyatskovsky

Elovik

Spruce - an ordinary crossbill.
The view of the crossbill is very difficult:
The beak is crossed like pincers;
hold heavy things
He will not be able to - the essence is simple:
Falls out of the mouth.
But chirping fervently,
The bump will be quickly peeled off
And build a nest in the forest -
A safe home for the chicks.

Why are you crying, sandpiper, in the swamp?
Would you spread your wings in flight
You would have rushed away from here -
Dirt and cold will not be terrible!

A sandpiper is crying loudly in the middle of the swamp,
But it’s reluctant to leave the swamp!
M. Plyatskovsky

Heron

Need to give more drops
This leggy heron
Because on the hunt
The heron paddles towards the swamp.
Slowly she steps
And collects frogs
He aims with his beak without error,
To get more fish.
Mess around in the water all day -
So it won't take long to catch a cold.
Still gotta give her drops
So that the heron does not get sick!

Cuckoo

No, she is not our friend.
This is the cuckoo!
Well, where does that fit?
Shame on you, bird?
Why all of a sudden
Did you give away the cuckoo?
Chaffinch, thrush, titmouse
You put in your testicles.
The cuckoo is growing up
Everyone is watching - well, the child!
Overtook mom and dad
There were ten times more of them.
The cuckoo fooled everyone.
No, she's not our friend!

Swan

He went to the pond and yelled -
Suddenly I saw a couple there.
Well well! Here is the scene!
An assessment floats on the water.
I started waving my hands
To get rid of the deuce:
"Shoo out of here, really,
You bored me at school!”
The deuce suddenly opened its wings
And now soared into the sky.
This is a swan, a miracle bird.
How could I be so wrong!

Chiffchaff

We have foams not only
In boiled milk.
Look how many foam
Behind the outskirts in the woods.
This sweet bird
Slightly smaller than a sparrow.
Often a chiffchaff with a titmouse
Inseparable friends.
Here they are in a merry flock
They darted through the bushes.
You try, guess
Where is the bird there?
It is heard thin, gentle,
With overflowing voice.
And the snowdrop has already blossomed,
The woods came to life with a foam!

Feed the birds in winter

In winter, it is very cold and hungry for wintering birds. Therefore, when walking with children in a snowy park, do not forget about the birds, take bread crumbs, seeds with you and feed the birds with your children. After all, feeding the birds in winter is a small fraction of what we can do for them! Do our children know about the birds that stay over the winter in cold lands? Poems about wintering birds are collected in this section.

Feed the birds in winter

Feed the birds in winter
Let from all over
They will flock to you, like home,
Stakes on the porch.
Their food is not rich.
Need a handful of grain
One handful -
And not scary
They will have winter.
How many of them die - do not count,
It's hard to see.
But in our heart there is
And the birds are warm.
Is it possible to forget:
Could fly away
And stayed for the winter
Along with people.
Train the birds in the cold
To your window
So that without songs it was not necessary
We welcome spring.

I do not need
No glasses, no mugs -
Birds are not so good
They love compote!
I'd rather hang
feeders everywhere,
Hungry birds -
Winter is coming.

I do not need
Your forks and spoons
Even the plates
Not needed at all.
I will fill the birds
Bread crumbs -
I will be a bird
Feed until spring.

In the yard white-white,
The ground was covered with snow.
It is difficult for birds to winter,
It is difficult to get food.
Fly, sparrow
Fly up, don't be shy!
Do you see the girl? She
Brought you grain.
Went up to the porch
Sprinkle on the board.
Fly, sparrow
Help yourself, don't be shy!
I. Belyakov

About a titmouse

Early bird jumping
On the snow-covered branches
yellow-breasted tits
They came to visit us.
"Tin-shadow, tili-shadow,
The winter days are getting shorter.
You won't have time to eat
The sun will set behind the fence.
No mosquito, no fly.
Everywhere only snow and snow.
It's good that we have feeders
Made by a good man!
Yuri Sinitsin

Flocks of birds have flown
Forest in snowdrifts to branches.
That's when we waited
Our northern guests.

The winter forest does not sleep, but slumbers,
All wrapped in silver.
Without leaving this earth
Many birds are left here.
T. Zaitseva

Winter

Went out into the open
Walk frost.
white patterns
In braids near birches.
snow paths,
Bare bushes.
Falling snowflakes
Quiet from above.
In white blizzards
Morning until dawn
They flew into the grove
A flock of bullfinches.
E. Avdienko

sparrows

Frost in the yard
About forty degrees
Sparrows are crying
That spring is not coming soon.
What in severe frosts
Coats don't warm well...
I brought sparrows
On a plate of cereals:
Eat, sparrows,
Eat, good ones.
I would like you and boots
Gave with galoshes.
But my mother said
The sparrow is small
As soon as it jumps
Lose boots.
V. Zvyagin

Waxwings

Outside the window, blizzards are sweeping,
But sometimes it happens...
Waxwings are coming
Peck berries in winter.
The hawthorn bush bends
From the pressure of bird flocks.
Silver ringing rushes
Glorifying the cold harvest.
They moved to the mountain ash,
They drank scarlet berries,
And trills in the frosty air
A thin echo rushed.

Grandfather Capercaillie

Old grandfather Capercaillie
With red eyebrows
Mumbling in the nose like a secretary
News summary.
Reported somehow.
Hurry away
Slid off the branch, eccentric,
In the snow, boo, drowned.
Ah, awkward and funny
With a head in a snowdrift.
But still warm
The snowball in the womb.
"I'll wait until morning"
So Capercaillie decides.
Don't look for the old man
He is resting here.
Irina Baty

Let's take care of the amazing creations of nature - beautiful birds, because every year there are fewer of them! Listen to the "Song of the Birds" performed by Pelageya.

Singers from distant lands are returning...

Before returning migratory birds from distant lands, it's time to learn more about them, so that on walks it would be interesting to notice and observe birds that have not been seen all the long winter. Below you will find poems about migratory birds in spring.

The singers are back

From the midday rays
A stream ran down from the mountain
And a small snowdrop
Grew up on a thaw.
Starlings return -
Workers and singers
Sparrows at the puddle
They circle in a noisy flock.
Both the robin and the thrush
Engaged in the device of nests:
Wear, wear in houses
Birds at straws.

Crane

The crane has arrived
To the old places:
Ant-grass
Thick-thick!
Willow over the creek
Sad - sad!
And the water in the backwater
Clean-clean!
And the dawn over the willow
Clear-clear!
Fun crane:
Spring-spring!

migratory starlings

We built a birdhouse
For a cheerful starling,
We hung a birdhouse
Right next to the porch.
The whole family of four
Lives in Tom's house:
Mother, father and starlings -
Black feathers.

song swallow

Sweet songbird,
Swallow native
She returned to our home
From a foreign land.
Curls under the window
With a live song
"I am the spring and the sun
I brought with me…”

Rook's dining room

In a birch grove - fun.
Rooks are celebrating housewarming.
The grove rustles and worries,
As if on a holiday square.

For a long time the fun lasts
In the green rook's capital,
And nests, like hats, take off
And there, on the branches, they hang.

Thrush Song

Even the sky is tired of the cold,
Doomedly scattered snow.
Suddenly from an old sprawling pear
The blackbird sang to me about spring!
And flocked from the neighborhood tits
To the cheerful song of the thrush,
Snow melted on my eyelashes
And shone like raindrops.
Trill neighbors knocked on the windows
And the frost drove under the bushes,
Cats purred in response
And the cats fluffed their tails.
Showed off with an orange beak
Our cheerful feathered singer,
Only the blizzard cried plaintively,
That winter is coming to an end!

By chance I saw them on the branches -
The whole flock sat on the maple,
I was surprised at the rare picture:
My maple, maple - it became an apple tree!

Could I hide somewhere
Keep hands from temptation
But winged apples fluttered,
I couldn't catch one.

There is no limit to desires in the soul,
Let others only flare up in it,
If only spring would fly to us again
In the March team of bullfinches.
Rami Garipov

Though there is snow in the lowlands, and there is ice in the puddles,
The lark in the sky sings about spring.
His arrival is dear to the heart of the tillers:
The lark takes the song by the heart.

And spring on the fields is not from his wing
Falling with rays of light and heat?
Maybe the lark is not heard taking off -
Own heart sings about spring!
Rami Garipov

Warms the hot sun
Streams murmur in the yard,
And at our window
A flock of swallows are screaming.

We flew up ... Hush, hush ...
With a cry curl around the porch.
These are the swallows under the roof
They build nests for chicks.

Soon variegated testicles
They will lie in nests.
Birds will keep them warm
Wait for the little kids.
N. Zabila

Birds sing songs of happiness ...

We don’t spend much time in nature now, but even in cities we can constantly watch birds - how they peck at something, how they swim in puddles, fly up from the bushes, fly across the sky. And how they chirp in the mornings with the arrival of spring, with what a joyful hubbub they fill the space! And, of course, from their cheerful songs it becomes lighter and easier on the soul. This section contains short and beautiful poems about birds.

Birds sing songs of happiness
They give many wonderful minutes,
Life becomes brighter
If a nightingale sings a song!

forest bird

Not drop by drop
Knocks on silver -
Forest bird neck
Rinsing poytry.

Like sunbeans,
She pecks,
Pecks, rolls in the neck -
And then he sings.
Anatoly Chepurov

The edge is full of flowers,
The clouds float by.
"Ku-ku!" - cuckoo sings
In the green forest far away.
"Ku-ku!" - echo back
And a grove, and a meadow, and a river.
And this spring song
They take the clouds with them.

To all the guys

Tame the birds in winter!
Let from all over
They will flock to you, like home,
Stakes on the porch.
Train your birds in winter
To your window
So that without songs it was not necessary
We welcome spring!
A. Belyakov

Chick

The shell in the nest crunches.
A curious eye shines:
From eggs, as from diapers,
A chicken is chosen.
Stretched, brushed off
Quietly squeaked, looked around:
- Well, I guess I'll go.
And I'll find my parents!

Swan

It's been that way since antiquity
These birds are a symbol of fidelity.
Looking into your reflection
Here they glide on the surface of the water,
Praise all people
Two white swans.

Birds take off

Birds fly up from under your feet
Fireworks in silence
And of course you can't
You won't catch one...

Beauty shines randomly
And it will go out - do not look.
Know that she is in the world
And if you don't believe, don't ask!

Do you hear the trill of the nightingale?
He brings them out lovingly
And sings them for the people
And for all your friends.
Sings amazingly!
Brings joy with singing.
Stop, listen, don't rush
The nightingale sings in silence!

The duck goes to the river
The ducklings lead behind him.
Children will wash
Clean feathers, swim,
Look for worms, dive
And learn to count.
Everyone should know the lesson.
Listen to the duck, my friend!

I wish all birds
Live well and freely
And only strive upward
Fly anywhere
Knowing no boundaries
Sing songs chirping!
We love birds very much.
They are so beautiful!

The more often we go with children to the zoo, to the forest or the city park and tell them about the birds living next to us, the easier it is for children to remember various birds. And with beautiful verses, it becomes even easier to remember them. And the child on occasion will be able to tell these verses in kindergarten, school or in the family circle.

And remember "We were taught to be birds" - it was a great time! A musical gift performed by the Fidget group and Olga Kormukhina.

How much sun! How much light! Poems about summer for children

Rita Khabibullina
Winter Bird Poems for Young Children

POEMS ABOUT THE SPARROW BL

Sparrow: "Chirik, Chirik!"

Worms are used to pecking.

Once chirped - immediately a flock

He comes to help.

Past the blue doves

A sparrow is flying.

Sparrow is so tiny!

Looks a little like me.

Nimble little chick

Fidget and fighter.

And a fervent cry rings out:

Chick chirp and chirp chirp!

She doesn't sit still

Jump-jump, jump-jump,

Spinning like a top

I sat down for a minute

She scratched her chest with her beak,

And from the track - to the wattle fence,

Tiri-tiri, shadow-shadow-shadow.

Sparrow in a puddle

Jumping and spinning.

He ruffled his feathers

The tail fluffed up.

Good weather!

Chiv-chiv-chil!

Chick-chirp, chick-chirp!-

What a hubbub, what a scream?

The sparrows met

Discuss last night.

This noisy conversation

Dragged on until lunch -

Shout to fight

Woe - bullies!

Brawlers and screamers

We don't need neighbors!

If you want so -

Fight away fly!

And we have quiet time!

V. Pakhomov

Masha feeds pigeons

Scatters crumbs

Birds fly to her

Food is pecked from the palm of your hand.

Here, as here, and a sparrow -

Small bird,

Not afraid of pigeons

And people are afraid.

Wants to grab food as soon as possible

Rogue thief-sparrow.

Jump and jump, jump and jump

Grabs food, and - run away!

T. Tarasova

Look what a bird

to us in the glass is now knocking.

You open the window for her

this bird is a SPARROW!

Our Antosha guessed:

The bird wants bread crumbs!

N. Kukolev

A bunch of gray feathers

Our cheerful sparrow

Busy in the garden, spinning,

Here I bathed in a puddle

And to the children under the window

Flies for bread crumbs.

Jumping, jumping sparrow,

Calling small children.

Throw the crumbs to the sparrow -

I will sing you a song.

Throw in crumbs and barley -

I will sing to you all day!

POEMS ABOUT THE TIT

Jumping nimble tit

“Chick-chirp!” Among the branches

Jumping gray sparrow.

“Chick-chirp! I want to eat.

D. give crumbs! I'll swallow it!"

E. Grudanov

Look kids

They are sitting on a branch

Little birds

yellow titmouse

M. Biryukova

Happy tit

Morozov is not afraid.

Even at minus twenty-five

Likes to sing songs

N. Agoshkova

galloping fun titmouse

And the frost is not afraid:

She doesn't mind the cold

If there is food in the feeder!

T. Lavrova

On the birch near the house

Someone is shaking familiarly.

At the feeder noise, fun -

They are having a housewarming party there.

Quickly pecks grains,

Yellow-bellied titmouse.

E. Evseeva

Tit, tit,

What are you dreaming about?

Grains, midges,

Yes, bread crumbs.

Tit, tit,

Is there anything else you dream about?

house with porch,

sun, river,

Boy Antoshka

I. bread crumbs.

G. Klyuchnikova

There are two birds under my window -

Yellow-breasted Titmouse

Loudly chirping for a long time

And they began to knock on the window.

Apparently they want to eat.

Snow is everywhere, really

You can't find food for tits.

We urgently need help.

I will tie a tray with millet,

Sala fresh piece.

I'm not sorry, peck, birds.

Yellow-breasted titmouse.

T. Tarasova

Outside the window on a branch of a bird -

Yellow-breasted Titmouse

Ding - day, ding - day! -

They sing all day long.

There were few clouds in the sky

The sun shone brightly.

Kidneys woke up from heat

Leaves have sprung into them.

The snow is melting, the heat is cold,

It turns into puddles.

The birds frolic more cheerfully

Titmouse sing about Spring.

POEMS ABOUT BURNING

Aunty Au

Two handfuls of wheat

I carry in a mitten -

one snowman,

and the other titmouse.

And your joy

I also give them

First the tit

then bullfinch

Bullfinches, bullfinches,

Like fragments of dawn

They jump on the track.

you frost,

don't take them

Burn your palms.

N. Masley

sitting on a branch

In a pink vest

And the woodpecker in bright red

Satin hat.

Jays flicker in the distance -

Blue cowboys.

A. Ignatova

In the summer, to be honest,

It is difficult to meet a bullfinch.

And in winter - grace! -

You can see him a mile away!

I. Skorodumova

Like reflections of dawn

Bullfinches on the trees.

ruddy apples,

But rather strange.

Lisa is surprised

Do apples fly?

V. Sibirtsev

Shining sits on the snow,

Flock of red-breasted birds.

Love it soon

On the handsome bullfinches!

M. Borina

Oh what bullfinches

Colors of the dawn

Sat on the trees

Bright watercolor.

black hats,

thin paws,

round fluffs,

Pink cheeks.

The flute whistled

Wow, fly.

What kind of birds? Guess!

A flock of bullfinches on the branches.

Everyone sit down in sight

Like apples in the garden!

One two three four five-

It makes me want to break it!

Reached for them quickly!

There are no apples. And snowmen.

Poems about a crow

N. Berestova

Karrr! Crow screams. Karrr!

I'm off to the market!

Crows, don't fight!

And wait for me in the nest! L. Kireeva

On the birch near the house

Built a crow's nest.

Protects day and night

A crow wants to become a mother.

A. Geiker

dressed crow

No worse than a baron -

tailcoat silver,

Black sleeves.

Bow your head -

Well, why not a matron?

Walks gradually

Wings to the side. L. Lukanova

Kar, kar, kar" crow cries

A thief stole my crown

mirror, ring,

Shoes and first aid kit.

How to find my wealth?

Help the crow brotherhood!

A. Barcel

Black-dark crow

in the evening, when the crown rustled

in the rain that poured relentlessly,

sang a lullaby to a child

black as soot crow:

"Bay-bye, bye-bye,

sleep, my white, fall asleep "V. Sibirtsev

High on a maple tree

The crow was preparing to sing

Showed a singing gift

Shouted loudly: Kar-rr...

POEMS ABOUT MARKET

V. Chernyaeva

Forty will not get rid

From a terrible vice -

Looking for little things everywhere

Hides in its own nest. V. Sibirtsev

Near the house on the road

The dispute was started by magpies.

Friends could not decide

Who is more chatty in the neighborhood.

E. Volodina

Magpies on the fence

They crackle quickly.

Telling the news-

We collected a hundred-o-only in a day!

silver mirror,

Two large beads

Three shiny stones

Possibly gold.

Pin, key, feather...

Well, she seems to have said everything.

What a crow

Lost it all?

V. Laktionov

Cracks on the whole green forest,

Glittering white side

Will tell many miracles

Chatty magpie.

Drag the news on its tail

merry talker,

And let every stump know

What is the cuckoo singing about.

T. Kersten

Magpie grumbles at the bitch:

With shirts of trouble!

Day and night I bake from midges

Cakes for cute babies

POEMS ABOUT THE DOVE

M. Piudunen

I extended my hand

Bread crumbs in the palm of your hand.

Doves flew in

Feel free to take bread from your hand

M. Piudunen

I extended my hand

Bread crumbs in the palm of your hand.

Doves flew in

Feel free to take bread from your hand.

It is important to walk side by side,

They cooed among themselves

Everyone was talking

To find more for dinner

D. Ponomreva

Pigeons, doves, stupid birds

What doesn't sit right in place for you?

We want to stroke you - you run away,

We want to catch up with you - you fly away.

Why are you afraid of us fools?

We are still babies! T. Vtorova

The dove landed softly

He shook off all the feathers,

And spun in place -

Collecting grains.

And cooing and spinning

He dances the Viennese waltz.

I. Ostapchuk

How tufts are wavy!

Oh! How important they are.

march like ministers

The most important country.

Top, top. They are arguing about something.

Top, top. They go, they stand.

Maybe they're history

Want to get along?

top, top. There and back again.

Top, top. Faster, faster.

A flock passes okay

Chubby pigeons.

Quickly, look, take off!

They followed the sun.

Apparently meeting

Still moved. M. Lvovsky

Pigeons pecked millet,

How delicious is it

And they want to eat again

And only the well-fed do not understand!

You don't chase pigeons

They better give bran,

Pour them some water to drink,

And immediately become more fun!

When you go for a walk

Take a piece of bread with you

Be kind, do not regret food,

Love, children, pigeons!

POEMS ABOUT THE WOODWOPER

The trees have their own doctor,

Not ordinary, but forest,

Talks simply

It is with birch and pine.

Without drugs and tools

He will heal the patient

Arrived and sat on the bough -

How is your health? Knock-Knock.

Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock-knock-knock,

What is that other sound?

Who knocks like that on a pine tree?

Very interesting to me

I looked up and suddenly

I understand what the sound is.

The woodpecker is sitting there in the foliage,

Looking for worms in the bark.

D. Gerasimova

Woodpecker tree: knock-knock,

And through the forest: knock-knock-knock...

Glorious doctor Aibolit,

He is sitting on a tree.

Who knocks in the deaf forest

Loud like a hammer

Its motley appearance is pleasant

In the red cap is a woodpecker.