Стихи про птиц на английском

Детские стихи, песенки, считалки про птичек на английском:

Two little black birds
Sitting on a hill
One named Jack,
The other named Jill

Стихи про сов на английском

Стихи про утку на английском

Стихи про пингвинов на английском

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Fly away Jack,
Fly away Jill
Come back Jack
Come back Jill

Little birdie in your nest.
Little birdie it's time to rest.
When the sun comes out to play.
Little birdie - fly away!


(Tune: I'm a Little Teapot)

I'm a little birdie
Cute and fat.
I eat worms.
I don't like cats.
When I see a cat come out to play,
I spread my wings,
And I fly away!


Look at the bird
Up in the treetop,
Building its nest
With no time to stop.
Hatching its eggs
So smooth and so round,
Then feeding its babies
Worms from the ground.
Look at the bird
With beak for a mouth.
When it gets cold,
The bird will fly south.
When it gets warm,
The bird will return.
Let's watch how the birds live,
And see what we learn.

Once I saw a little bird
Come hop, hop, hop;
So I cried, 'Little bird,
Will you stop, stop, stop?'
And was going to the window
To say, 'How do you do?'
But he shook his little tail,
And far away he flew.

There was one little bird in a little tree,
He was all alone, and he didn't want to be.
So he flew far away, over the sea,
And brought back a friend to live in the tree.

(Substitute two, three, etc. for one as you finish the verse. )


There were two birds sat on a stone,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
One flew away, then there was one.
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de.
The other flew after, and then there was none,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
And so the poor stone was left all alone,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!


A little boy said to a bird,
'Is it quite true what I have heard--
A pinch of salt upon your tail,
And I shall catch you without fail?'
The little bird said to the boy
'Salt is the right thing to employ.
A pinch of salt will never fail.
But first of all, please--catch any tail!'

Five blue birds sitting in a tree,
The first bird said, "Look what I see."
The second bird said, "Look what I see."
The third bird said, "Their feathers are so fine."
The fourth bird said, "Quick, let's fly away!"
The fifth bird said, "No, let's all stay."
Then a black bird said, "Let's win!"
"Join us, and we'll be ten."
Well, all the birds flew together
In all kinds of weather.
Through the blue sky,
All ten would fly.
Till own brith summer day,
the blue birds in the tree did stay.
The black birds kept flying in line,
Leaving their new frieds to pine.
Once again they were five and five!

Стихотворение про птенцов

Baby Birdies

We are baby birdies living in a nest.
We dreeam of flying when we take our rest.
Finally one spring day we hop, hop, hop.
And flutter our wings flop, flop, flop.
They lift us up and then we fly.
We fly around the sky.
Flying very hiigh and flying very low.
Then in a big circle--round we go.
Finally we soar home and go to sleep.
We close our eyes without a peep.

Стихотворение про воробья:

Bring another straw, Cock-sparrow;
I shall lay three eggs tomorrow.
Build a snug nest in the warm thatch
Bring another straw Cock-sparrow.

Стихотворение про жаворонка:

Lark-Bird, lark-bird, soaring high,
Are you never weary?
When you reach the empty sky
Are the clouds not dreary?
Don't you sometimes long to be
A silent goldfish in the sea?
Goldfish, goldfish, diving deep,
Are you never sad, say?
When you feel the cold waves creep
Are you really glad, say ?
Don't you sometimes long to sing
And be a lark-bird on the wing ?


Стихотворение про горлицу:

High in the pine tree,
The little turtledove.
Made a little nursery,
To please her little love.
'Coo,' said the turtledove,
'Coo,' said she.
In the long, shady branches,
Of the dark pine tree.

Стихотворение про сову:

There's a wide eyed owl
with a pointed nose,
Two pointed ears
and claws for his toes.
He sits on a branch
and he looks at you.
He flaps his wings
and he says 'twit twoo.'

Стихотворение про голубя:

E. Farjeon

Mrs. Peck-Pigeon
Is picking for bread,
Bob-bob-bob
Goes her little round head.
Tame as a pussy-cat,
In the street,
Step-step-step
Go her little red feet.
With her little red feet
And her little round head,
Mrs. Peck-Pigeon
Goes picking for bread.

Стихотворение про гнездо:

H.N. Bialik

Among the trees
Is a bird's nest,
And in the nest
Her three eggs rest.
And in each egg--
Hush, you'll be heard!--
There lies asleep
A tiny bird.