On a sea of soup...
Our boat is floating,
Between waves jumping deftly.
- All hands on deck,
Well, network overboard!
Because Peter does not like carrots!
And again the danger is visible behind.
Flashed there red back.
Catch hurry, it will be too late then!
Our Peter doesn't like spicy!
Cauliflower in a hurry to catch -
Prevents access to the berth.
And now our boat is already on the rocks,
From the sea there is so little.
Afraid of who difficulties in the sea of soup,
Will not grow the captain
And hardly ever will be able to come
It is different mysterious countries.
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