Bear full clubfoot. Bear Clubfoot - full version and several folk ones. Agnia barto has no such poem
It is very popular with both parents and children. Especially the moment where you have to stomp your foot.
If you want to find out on the Internet about who wrote this poem, most likely you will find information that there is a full version of this poem and its author is the children's poet and writer Andrei Usachev. But if you open Wikipedia, we will read there that Andrey Usachev was born in 1958. From which it follows that he could not write the first version of this poem.
It looks like the original looks like this:
A clubfoot bear walks through the forest,
Collects cones, sings a song.
Suddenly a bump fell! - right on Mishka's forehead.
The bear got angry, and with his foot - top!
I won't go for a walk in the woods anymore!
I will not go to collect more cones
AGNIIA BARTO DOES NOT HAVE SUCH A POEM!
There are many folk options:
A clubfoot bear walks through the forest,
He collects cones and puts them in his bag.
The bump bounced off, right in the bear's forehead!
The bear got angry and kicked the top!
bear clumsy
Walking through the forest
Cones collects
And he puts it in his pocket.
Suddenly, a bump fell.
Straight to the bear in the forehead ...
Angry teddy bear
And with the foot - top!
I won't be anymore
collect cones,
I'll lie down in a lair
I will sleep soundly!
We have given only 2 options. In fact, there are many.
And here are 3 versions of this poem written by professional poets:
Collects cones, sings songs.
Suddenly a bump fell, right on the bear's forehead,
The bear stumbled and hit the ground!
A mockingbird whistled on a branch:
The clumsy bear stepped on the tail!
And behind him five hares -
"Bear clubfoot!" shouting from the bushes.
The whole forest people picked up the teaser:
The clumsy bear is walking through the forest!
A small bear rushed to the lair -
Than such legs, it is better to die!
He hid behind the closet and roared:
Everyone teases me with a clubfoot bear ...
Mom smiled: “Stupid son!
Do not be shy, dear, clubfoot! —
I'm a clubfoot, and dad is a clubfoot,
And grandpa Potap gloriously clubbed.
The clumsy bear became terribly proud,
I washed my paws with soap, ate a honey cake.
He left the lair, but how he yells:
"The bear is walking through the woods!!!"
Judging by the fact that this poem was still read in childhood by our grandmothers and great-grandmothers, the first author of this poem lived in the 19th century. After all, a candy with that name began to be produced between 1880-1890.
bear clumsy
Walking through the forest
collects cones,
Sings a song.
The bump bounced off.
Right on Mishka's forehead...
Teddy bear got angry
And top leg!
Two successful continuations of the short rhyme have been written. The first version of the Russian children's author Andrei Usachev called "Clumsy Song":
bear clumsy
Walking through the forest
collects cones,
Sings songs.
Suddenly a lump fell.
Right on Mishka's forehead...
Stumbled Mishka
And on the ground - bang!
Whistled on a branch
Thrush Mockingbird:
- bear clumsy
Stepped on the tail!
And after him
Five rabbits:
- Bear clubfoot! -
They scream from the bushes.
Picked up a teaser
All forest people:
- bear clumsy
Walking through the forest!
Rushed to the lair
A little bear:
- What are those legs -
Better to die!
Hiding behind a closet
And the roar roars:
- Bear clubfoot
Everyone teases me!
Mom was surprised:
- Stupid son
I've always been proud
The shape of your legs.
I'm a clubfoot
And dad clubfoot,
Clubbinger gloriously
And grandfather Potap!
bear clumsy
I became terribly proud.
Washed paws with soap,
Ate honey cake.
Came out of the den
And how to scream:
- BEAR CLUB-PAWS
GOING THROUGH THE FOREST!
The second version of Oksana Ivanova:
bear clumsy
Walking through the forest
collects cones,
Sings songs.
squirrel-naughty
From the branch jump-jump,
Dropped a bump -
Right on Mishka's forehead.
Sat on the grass Bear
And let's roar -
Scared bumps
Silly bear.
I won't be anymore
Walk through the forest
I won't be anymore
Collect cones.
Hiding under the tree
Like a leaf trembles.
Look - a hare in the forest
Gray is running.
Mishka felt ashamed
Paw rubs tears
And in the thick raspberry
Comes with a body.
Hedgehog quadruped
Hid in the bushes.
Again clubfoot
Frightened: "Oh!"
I won't be anymore
Walk through the forest
I'm better in a den
I will sleep well!
bear clumsy
Sleeping and dreaming.
Sweet sleep in a lair
Will be until spring.
She lived a third of a century and only found out that there is a full version of the poem "Bear Clubfoot". In childhood, we were told something like this folk version:
Collects cones, sings a song.
Suddenly a bump fell right on Mishka's forehead.
The bear got angry, and with his foot - top!
I won't go for a walk in the woods anymore!
I'm not going to collect more bumps!
And there are several other very similar folk options (for example, the last lines “I’ll get in the car and go to sleep”). Plus, moms, dads, grandmas, grandpas, aunts and uncles, telling their child about the Clubfoot Bear, can forget the words and improvise. For example, like this:
A clubfoot bear walks through the forest,
He collects cones and puts them in his bag.
The bump bounced off, right in the bear's forehead!
The bear got angry and kicked the top!
bear clumsy
Walking through the forest
Cones collects
And he puts it in his pocket.
Suddenly, a bump fell.
Straight to the bear in the forehead ...
Angry teddy bear
And with the foot - top!
I won't be anymore
collect cones,
I'll lie down in a lair
I will sleep soundly!
Why, I told my son such a short rhyme in my own way, the main thing is that he imitates movements, because this rhyme turns out to be an excellent game. But the full version of "Mishka Kosolago" was written by Andrei Usachyov, although others appear on the net. I found another poem by Oksana Ivanova. Here are both "full" versions:
Bear clubfoot (full version), author Andrey Usachev
bear clumsy
Walking through the forest
collects cones,
Sings songs.
Suddenly, a bump fell.
Straight to the bear in the forehead ...
Stumbled Mishka
And on the ground - bang!
Whistled on a branch
Mockingbird Thrush:
- bear clumsy
Stepped on the tail!
And after him
Five rabbits:
- Bear clumsy! —
They scream from the bushes.
Grabbed a teaser
All forest people.
- bear clumsy
Walking through the forest!
Rushed to the lair
A little bear:
- What are those legs -
Better to die!
Hiding behind a closet
And the roar roars:
- Bear clubfoot
Everyone teases me!
Mom was surprised:
- Stupid son
I've always been proud
The shape of your legs.
I'm a clubfoot
And dad clubfoot,
Clubbinger gloriously
And grandfather Potap!
bear clumsy
I became terribly proud.
Washed paws with soap,
Ate honey cake.
Came out of the den
And how to scream:
- bear clumsy
Walking through the forest!
Another "Clumsy Bear", author Oksana Ivanova
bear clumsy
Walking through the forest
collects cones,
Sings songs.
squirrel-naughty
From the branch jump-jump,
Dropped a bump -
Right on Mishka's forehead.
Sat on the grass Bear
And let's roar.
Scared bumps
Silly bear.
"I will no longer
Walk through the forest
I won't be anymore
Collect cones."
Hiding under the tree
Like a leaf, it trembles.
Look - a hare in the forest
Gray is running.
Mishka felt ashamed
Paw rubs tears
Willow thick raspberry
Comes with a body.
Hedgehog quadruped
Hid in the bushes.
Again clubfoot
Frightened: "Oh!"
"I will no longer
Walk through the forest
I'm better in a den
I'll sleep well!"
bear clumsy
Sleeping and dreaming.
Sweet sleep in a lair
Will be until spring.
My son loves the rhyme about the clubfoot bear! Tired of telling the same quatrains:
bear clumsy
Walking through the forest
Cones collects
And he puts it in his pocket.
Suddenly, a bump fell.
Straight to the bear in the forehead ...
Angry teddy bear
And with the foot - top!
I won't be anymore
collect cones,
I'll lie down in a lair
I will sleep soundly!
Found other options! More authentic)
A clubfoot bear walks through the forest,
Collects cones, sings songs.
A mischievous squirrel from a jump-jump branch,
I dropped a bump - right on Mishka's forehead.
Mishka sat on the grass and let's roar.
The silly bear was scared of the bumps.
I will no longer collect cones."
He hid under the tree, like a leaf trembles.
Look - a gray hare runs through the forest.
Mishka felt ashamed, rubbing tears with his paw
And it goes into a thick raspberry bush with a box.
The four-legged hedgehog hid in the bushes.
Again the clubfoot was frightened: "Ah!"
"I won't walk in the woods anymore,
I’d rather sleep sweetly in a lair!”
Bear clumsy sleeps and sees dreams.
It will be sweet to sleep in a lair until spring!
A clubfoot bear walks through the forest,
Collects cones, sings songs.
Suddenly a bump fell, right on the bear's forehead,
The bear stumbled and hit the ground!
A mockingbird whistled on a branch:
The clumsy bear stepped on the tail!
And behind him five hares -
"Bear clubfoot!" shouting from the bushes.
The whole forest people picked up the teaser:
The clumsy bear is walking through the forest!
A small bear rushed to the lair -
Than such legs, it is better to die!
He hid behind the closet and roared:
Everyone teases me with a clubfoot bear ...
Mom smiled: “Stupid son.
Do not be shy, dear, clubfoot.
I'm a clubfoot, and dad is a clubfoot,
And grandpa Potap gloriously clubbed.
The clubfoot bear became terribly proud,
I washed my paws with soap, ate a honey cake.
He left the lair, but how he yells:
Bear clumsy walks through the forest !!!
A clubfoot bear walks through the forest,
How not to have fun, how not to sing to him,
Bear clubfoot found honey in the forest.
He wandered into the raspberries, ate the berries,
The night came and Mishka lay down and snored,
But the good old bumblebee climbed into the skin,
Buzzed all ears about the hollow and spruce.
“Just to keep warm,” the bumblebee buzzed in the night,
The bees have excellent honey and it's warm inside,
The bear listened, listened, honey is his food,
The dream disappeared, and Mishka ran there.
Cones for a squirrel, she is smart,
Showed Mishka where the bee lives,
How to rise to the heights and find a hollow,
The bear is grateful to the squirrel for everything.
He ate plenty, wanted to sing,
Went out on the path and let's roar,
It's just a pity that my back hurts,
The bees bit so much, the wool did not help.
Satisfied and satisfied that I filled my stomach,
Collects cones, sings songs,
Until spring in the den, Bear will sleep,
And in a dream sweet honey will remember.