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Подборка стихов на английском языке
JanuaryThe windows are blue at night.
| FebruaryGet out of bed and take your sled
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New YearCome, children, gather round my knee,
| New YearA happy New Year!
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My WishA happy New Year for me,
| It's snowing, It's snowing.What a lot of snow!
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RobinIn winter-time
| Winter.This is the season This is the season When children ski
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New Year.New things to learn, new friends to meet. Winter months.Chill December brings the sleet, | New Year DayNew Year Day, happy day! Snowman.I'm a little snowman, short and fat.
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New Year Tree.Oh, New Year Tree, Oh, New Year Tree,
| Christmas Tree.Oh, Christmas Tree, Oh, Christmas Tree |
On the ice.Slide, slide, the ice is strong.
| Christmas is coming.Christmas is coming the goose are getting fat.
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The north wind blow.The north wind doth blow,
| Snowflakes.Snowflakes floating and drifting down,
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Must be Santa.1. Who's got the beard that's long and white?
| Jingle bellsDashing through the snow, Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Snowflakes.So softy came the snowflakes down So when the morning came - surprise!
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Snow.The snowflakes are falling There is snow on the plants
| Christmas.It's getting near to Christmas Soldiers are you ready?
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Christmas.
I am a fairy doll on the Christmas tree.
Boys and girls come and look at me!
Look at me, see what I can do.
Then all of you can do it too!
Snowman, run!
Snow, snow, snowman grow.
Oh, the sun - snowman, run!
The months.
January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glows.
February brings the rains,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes sharp and chill,
Shakes the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Sporting round their fleecy dams.
June brings tulips, lilies, rose,
Fills the children's hands with posies.
Hot July brings thunder-showers,
Apricots, and gilly-flowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn;
Then the harvest home is borne.
Warm September brings the fruit;
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Brown October brings the pheasant,
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast-
Hark! the leaves are whirling fast.
Cold December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat
Rain, Wind and Snow.
Rain, rain, April rain!
Bring the flowers back again,
Yellow cowslip, violet blue,
Butter-cups and daisies too.
Wind, wind! Autumn wind!
He the leafy trees has thinned,
Loudly hear him roar and shout;
Bar the door and keep him out.
Snow, snow, pure white snow!
O'er the fields thy covering throw.
Cover up the seed so warm
Through the winter safe from harm.
Rain, wind, snow, all three,
Each in turn shall welcome be,
Each and all in turn are sent
On the earth with good intend.
Christmas eve.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Look at the snow,
Over the garden way.
So deep and so white,
It has fallen all night;
We cannot go out to-day!"
It's winter!
It's winter, it's winter,
Let us skate and ski!
It's winter, it's winter,
It's great fun for me!
Winter is snowy.
Winter is snowy, winter is frosty.
The ground is white all day and all night!
We'll go skate.
Come along with me and we'll go skate.
Hurry now. Don't be late!
Father Frost.
Father Frost, bring many toys
For little girls and little boys!
In winter when fields are white.
In winter, when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight.
In spring, when woods are getting green,
I'll try and tell you what I mean.
In summer, when the days are long,
Perhaps you'll understand the song.
In autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take a pen and ink, and write it down.
It's autumn.
All the leaves are falling down,
Falling down, falling down.
Falling , falling to the ground
It is autumn!
As they fall they twirl around,
Twirl around, twirl around.
Twirling, swirling to the ground.
It is autumn.
Lots of colours touch the ground,
Touch the ground, touch the ground.
Red and yellow, green and brown.
It is autumn!
Skating.
Skating, skating, skating, round and round we go
Over frosty ice and through the frosty snow.
Skating, skating, skating boys and girls so gay!
They like to skate together on a winter day!
Fall.
Warm September brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
October brings the pheasant,
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are wiring fast.
Rain.
Rain on the green grass,
Rain on the tree.
Rain on the house-top
But not on me!
Rain, rain, go away!
Come again another day
Autumn.
This is a season when fruit is sweet,
This is a season when friends meet,
This is a season when leaves fall down
Red, orange, yellow, brown.
The song of seasons.
Sing the song of seasons!
Something bright in all.
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall.
Mushrooms.
Mushrooms, dear, don't be afraid,
Don't just hide there in the shade.
Come and stand in the sun
So I pick you one by one.
Autumn.
Yellow, red and green and brown,
See, the little leaves come down.
Dancing, dancing in the breeze,
Falling, falling from the trees
Dance of the leaves.
First they dance upon the trees,
Then they float on the breeze.
Then they gaily blow around,
Now they're sleeping on the ground.
About rain…
When the dew is on the grass
Rain will never come to pass.
A sunshiny shower
Won't last half an hour.
Rain, Rain.
Rain, rain,
Go to Spain
Fair weather
Come again.
Rain, Wind and Snow.
Rain, rain, April rain!
Bring the flowers back again,
Yellow cowslip, violet blue,
Butter-cups and daisies too.
Wind, wind! Autumn wind!
He the leafy trees has thinned,
Loudly hear him roar and shout;
Bar the door and keep him out.
Snow, snow, pure white snow!
O'er the fields thy covering throw.
Cover up the seed so warm
Through the winter safe from harm.
Rain, wind, snow, all three,
Each in turn shall welcome be,
Each and all in turn are sent
On the earth with good intend.
Please remember.
Please to remember
The fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason, and plot
I know no reason
Why gunpowder and treason
Should ever be forgot.
In September, last July.
One fine October morning
In September, last July
The moon lay thick upon the ground,
The snow shone in the sky.
The flowers were singing gaily
And the birds were in full bloom.
I went down to the cellar
To sweep the upstairs room.
Little rain drops.
Oh, where do you come from,
You little drops of rain,
Pitter- patter, pitter- patter,
Down the window-pane?
They won't let me walk,
They won't let me play,
And they won't let me go
Out of doors at all to day.
They put away my playthings
Because I broke them all,
And then they locked up all my bricks,
And took away my ball.
Tell me little raindrops,
Is that the way you play ,
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
All the rainy day?
They say I'm very naughty,
But I've nothing else to do
But sit here at the window;
I should like to play with you.
The little raindrops cannot speak,
But pitter-patter pat
Means "We can play on this side:
Why can't you play on that?"
This is the season.
This is the season
When vegetables grow.
I come to the garden
And make water flow.