Oh, dzīvīte, oh, dzīvīte!
Supposed to dzīvītes
Light hand, a mild foot
Good, smart padomiņa.

Do not worry, māmuliņa,
Nezudīšu where walking:
I chose job for
Izveicās conversation.

Fox competes with the wolf census.

Once a fox with wolf thought to go skaitīties,
who first aizskaitīts to ten.
Wolf recited:
\"One, two, three, four. . . \'
But Fox, meanwhile, recited as follows:
\"One five five div, I have ten. \'
It surpassed the fox wolf census.

The birch stump.

Autumn storm broke the old tree. Father
sazāģēja firewood. In spring, when trees
flourished in the page, the place was standing naked in the strain.
One afternoon my father worked in the garden. Also
Uldis ran to a small strain.
Uldis-look how many ants there! -
she cried.
Uldis went to watch.
-How do you see - was the father.
-Daddy, - Uldis asked again, - but why
roots gives the strain juice? Did not her
unaware that Birch is no longer?
-What other root to do this? - His father said.
-Long live, long work.

ants.

Leak, leak, leak, leak,
What keeps it flowing?
Ants flowing,
Or those that burn?

Siksika pot
Needles and sticks
From the side edges
They pulled the beer.

Oh, your steidzību!
Oh, your veicību!
Is it I, I,
When do the work?

festive feast.

One day, woke up the bees. Sleepy,
trīsēdamas easy, they circled over the meadow and
complained:
-Too early, too early. . . Nowhere do not see the non-
single flowers.
Suddenly she heard a quiet, barely-saklau
Sámi calls and saw the flowers.
Bees slowly circled around the flowers, then descended
to them. Started in the spring banquet.

meadows beyond the river
Full silk thread:
Zirneklītis sags weaving
Flies, nurses.

What\'s that shining out there visit
Him forest stand in the corner?
Worm spinning silk thread
Gold carts.

Bees, your pretty daughter
Rudajām eyepieces:
Eyes shining pure gold
Through the oak leaves.

Native Land.

Oh, how glorious is the rich and the Latvian nature!
Look, a space all around! You see
sea ​​and the forests, marshes and fields, rivers and
lakes, springs and streams. You see the island,
peninsula, hills, and piekalnītes nokal-
Nites, you see boulders and snail-
covers. You hear the birds in the garden and the woods, you
hearing deer taurējam and cuckoo Kukojs.
Rich and colorful in all of our land
seasons. Namely, only to see it! Learn this
skasitumu and wealth to make their
words, the colors on paper, by melody.
And protect your land, do not do it over! Native
the earth is your home.

more harmful to me to live
In his father\'s zemites?
All around the bird-cherry blossoms,
Ritināja sun in the middle.

Beautiful land of my fathers
For all zemītēm:
Range, green forests,
Blue (i) the sea\'s babbling.

Hill of roses in bloom,
Lejins river flows:
Pušķoties dune hill,
Lejins wash.

Do not do to another what is not like himself.

Sewn by Sudama, throws the node.

What you do, make good.

Better to just say the truth, not to talk
long lies.

What your friend, the one you own.

What I do when left alone.

What I do when left alone?
Exploring the ceiling and walls, the spider,
sum of all holidays and listening to
flue wind howl quietly. . .
What I do when left alone?
Way out in the garden and played a bit, after
it played a beetle and Mikimausu. . .
Would spare pants and climbed a tree,
and in full voice as the lark sings. . .
Yes, but what do you think when you stay single?

mouse and frog.

The mouse went to the frog village.
Led the frog in the water with them. The mouse and the gray-
dance, but not being a good and agile gray-
EESC President, began to sink in the water and drown. With large
efforts, it reached the shore and shouted: \"I
never again will not go to strangers in the village. Village
is both a good life, but in the house even better. \"

mother took care of me.
How lindens garden,
I grew to lean, beautiful
As the rosette of the circle.

Thrice Lyme belt beer
Around my augumiņu:
Stand a great pool, deck esteem,
Wearing a blue wreath.

Lulliņa, Una, Tita and Minka.

Go catch a mouse, Minka! Jump scarves, Tita!
By this evening, eight beat!
Edis to quickly and ran out:
That Una, who bites the bark in the dark either!
I along with Lulliņu čuču bed;
Another dear mother a kiss,
Then it is that smoke coming giddy Sleep.
Sapnītī and white flies, white sniedziņš.
On snow Brien Una, Minka and Tita,
Live like a king Lull is spent.

naughty āzītis.

Āzītis no stain. All day
walking along the fence and all the hunger. Tilt the head,
pulls and so gives the horns.
-Well, āzīti, pretty! If so, then you
can not even play, - says the colt.
But āzītis him - driven - by the horns
sides.
Iezviedzas colt and ran away.
The dog Poģīti āzītis also sanīdās.
Āzītis left alone. Go through sētsvidu,
shake his beard and crying harping:
-All I have left. No, not me-
wants, no one loves me.

Mother taught me so,
We are obedient to live;
Nenīsties, nebārties,
Keep ienaidiņa.