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Без друзей нам не прожить!

Снова осень наступила

Всё вокруг позолотила,                                                                     

Листики клиновые,                                                                                                                                            Листики дубовые.

Солнышко сияет,                                                                                                                                                                  Землю согревает.                                                                                                                                                           Ветер дунет- листопад.                                                                                                                                               Листья кружатся, летят.                                                                                                                                                           

Мила утром в лес пошла:                                                                                                                                                                          - Ах, какая красота!                                                                                                                                                                        Я по лесу пробегу,                                                                                                                                                                 Букет осенний соберу!

Лунтик  тоже не дремал,                                                                                                                                                          Он грибочки собирал:                                                                                                                                                            Рыжики, маслята,                                                                                                                                                                  Белые, опята.

- Удивлю бабулю                                                                                                                                                                            И дедушку Шершулю                                                                                                                                                                                                             Соберу на зиму ,                                                                                                                                                                                  Полную корзину!

Ой-ой-ой! – услышал вдруг.                                                                                                                                                           – Помогите мне! Я тут.                                                                                                                                               Провалилась я в болото,                                                                                                                                                        Может слышит меня кто-то!

Милин голос распознал,                                                                                                                                                          Громко-громко закричал:                                                                                                                                                  -Мила, Мила, я бегу,                                                                                                                                                                      Из беды тебя спасу!

До пчелёнка зов дошёл,                                                                                                                                                         Бросил ведра он с пыльцой:                                                                                                                                                            - Мила, я лечу спасать,                                                                                                                                                               Из болота доставать!

Вупсень  с  Пупсенем в лесу                                                                                                                                                   Ёжика гоняли,                                                                                                                                                                               Милин крик о помощи                                                                                                                                                             Тоже услыхали.

-Хватит с ёжиком играть,                                                                                                                                                Милу надо нам спасать!                                                                                                                                              – Мила, мы уже в пути,                                                                                                                                                         Ты держись, не утони!                                                                                                                                                            

Все к болоту прибежали                                                                                                                                                        Палку Милочке подали.                                                                                                                                                                    Тянут Милу из болота,                                                                                                                                                              Всем достать её охота.

Пчелёнок сверху помогает:                                                                                                                                                    Крылышки освобождают.                                                                                                                                  Поднатужились: о- па!                                                                                                                                                                      Вот и Мила спасена!

-Ой, спасибо вам, друзья,                                                                                                                                                     Вы нашли, спасли меня!                                                                                                                                                Жаль, что утонул букет,                                                                                                                                             Царицы Осени привет.

- Мила, это не беда.                                                                                                                                                               Мы же все твои друзья.                                                                                                                                                                      По лесочку мы пойдем,                                                                                                                                                           Много листьев соберем!

И друзья букет собрали                                                                                                                                                                     И нисколько не устали.                                                                                                                                                                       – Вот осенний твой букет,                                                                                                                                                                          Лучше в целом мире нет!

- Счастлива и рада я:                                                                                                                                                                  В беде мне помогли друзья.                                                                                                                                                              Надо всем вокруг дружить –                                                                                                                                                              Без друзей нам не прожить!