The little swans

The little swans were swimming on the pond,
when suddenly the jackals came to the shore,
and the swans were drooling,
Watch out! lest they catch you.

The jackals are having a taste,
They'd like to have some of that delicacy,
two legs in cream,
they jumped quite unexpectedly.

The swans took to the skies,
laughed to the jackals,
hiding their tenderness,
The jackals shut their teeth.

But the jackals are still lurking,
waiting for the right moment,
The swans were on the edge,
They could have made a good lunch.

The little swan swings hard,
always thinking about who she is,
even though the wings are weighed down by the shackles,
she always likes to laugh.

She prefers tasty fish,
she won't succumb to bird flu,
she spreads her wings,
she shakes the feathers out of her wings.

For lunch, he cooks jadkas,
it's a very sweet dish,
one that's very tasty,
i'm not really sad anymore.

I am very fond of doves,
they're noble creatures,
according to the newspaper of new mention,
they have made their bed in the hay.

In the soft hay mice, ladybirds,
they draw beautiful dreams for her there,
we'll send her little songs,
let her have more beautiful thoughts.

Swallows have flown down from the Tatra mountains,
They're pulling on the valley floor,
They've missed their homeland,
And so they are going to the seaside.