The rolling bun
from the entrance hall to the porch, from the porch to the courtyard, from the
courtyard through the gate and on and on.
The rolling bun rolled along the road and met a hare.
"Little rolling bun, little rolling bun, I shall eat you up!" said the hare. "Don't eat
me, slant-eyed hare! I will sing you a song," said the rolling bun, and sang:
I was scraped from the cupboard,
Swept from the bin, Kneaded with sour cream, Fried in butter, And cooled on
the sill. I got away from Grandpa, I got away from Grandma, And I'll get away
from you, hare!
And the rolling bun rolled away before the hare even saw it move!
The rolling bun rolled on and met a wolf. "Little rolling bun, little rolling bun, I
shall eat you up," said the wolf. "Don't eat me, gray wolf!" said the rolling bun. "I
will sing you a song." And the rolling bun sang:
annaabi.ee 
