Текст песни Если не убирает игрушки - Сказка про страну нерях.

Irina Gurina

Once upon a time there was a boy Vasya. He did not like to clean up the toys in the evening. So fun and exciting to play! On the floor ranks soldiers stood behind them fyrchali GRU-zoviki, tractor, four small cars and excavators. Bear, dog, duck and he hid behind Bob diva¬nom. Then comes the moment of the decisive battle. Toy soldiers scattered in different directions. The truck went under the cabinet. Tractor with excavator fleeing in a corridor and small cars generally skedaddle in an unknown direction.
Winner Bob pounded on the drum and marched solemnly around the room, raspinyvaya foot falls on the way toys. Evening came, looked into my mother's room and gently said:
- Vasya, it's time for dinner. Clean toys.
- Yeah, - Bob replied and continued to march.

- Basil - angry dad. - Yes, but when you finally sweep the toy?
- Now - Bob replied and quickly shove toys under the cabinet, bed, sofa, table and chair.
And once that's what happened.
John, as usual, scattered their fighters and transport at the corners and went to bed.
 
Suddenly the window grew a huge shadow. She has long koly¬halas in the air, and then gently passed through the glass. Bob hiding, but his eyes did not close. His tormented lyubopyt-tion: who is it came to him.
In the middle of the room was a real witch. She was wearing a dark blue dress and a cloak of moths. They fluttered its wings, flying away in different directions, she waves her hands. And again came together, almost fairy clapping her hands.
- Do not worry, Bob, - she said quietly. - I sorceress Neuberinda! You want me to take you to your magical land? There's no one makes children clean toys, where you can throw candy wrappers, to disobey Mom and Dad, and to dump their belongings in a heap!
- I want to! I want to! - Bob happy.
- Then you should say, "I never will be nothing to clean! I - slut! "
- I never did will not clean up, I - slut! - Dutifully repeated John, getting out from under the blanket.
At the same moment moths picked up the boy and carried him from the room.
They flew for a long time past the colored planets of the Milky Way, far away, on another planet!
Butterflies landed with Vasya middle of the street, as two drops of water similar to his street. And the house before ko¬torym Bob stood, too, was the same as his home.
At first the boy thought that his Neuberinda obmanu¬la and they came back, but then I realized that it is not. On the dusty streets wind drove the wrapper paper, candy wrappers, plastic cups and other debris.
- Why are there so dirty? - I was surprised Vasya.
- In our country, no one cleans. Remember, you swore sluts!
- Ah, - said Vasya and went looking for his friends. But the courtyard was empty.
- Where is everyone? - He asked Neuberindu.
- Your friends are not worthy to become citizens of our country, - said the sorceress. - They are always clean toys, put books on the shelves and neatly folded clothes before going to bed!
- Who do I play?
- In the next yard there Kolya. Go to him, - ot¬vetila Neuberinda.
Indeed, on a bench surrounded by bags of cookies, candy wrappers, and bottle of juice sitting chuma¬zy boy.
- Hi, - he drawled Vase sticky palm.
- Your hands are dirty - outraged Bob.
- No, they just sweet. This is because the juice. I have it on shta¬ny shed.
- Go, disguise - suggested Bob. - Hands together pomoesh.
- I have lost all things - sadly said Kohl. - And I do not feel like washing your hands, then still dirty.
- And why you do not belong in the trash trash - not uspokai¬valsya Bob.
- What are you stuck? Are you a spy? We have boxes! It is a country "Besporyandiya"!
- Yes, - said Bob surprise. - I'm just not lyu¬bil clean toys! But I do not want to go to stain clothing. My mom taught me how to throw garbage only in the trash, or on the street is dirty and ugly.
Then he thought a bit and added:
- Dirty here! But if no one here does not remove, the po¬luchaetsya that garbage will be added, and