Come to me, a nice butterfly - thick pages / with a smile on her face "There is a little lamb in the barn and it's all white, white only its two ears are black and its tail is black. The red cow has a small, brown cart. She licked its head and gave it a kiss." Is there one among us that these rhymes do not make him miss his childhood days? The nice butterfly, the pink flower, the hatchling and her chick, the tractor, the faithful dog and their friends, were here long before us, even before the establishment of the state. More than a jubilee has passed, and the wax of the pictures from the village and the so innocent rhymes, has not expired. On the contrary - they have added a touch of nostalgia for more naive days, for an innocent and distant childhood.
