Стихи о природе на английском языке.

Days in the Month
Thirty days hath September,
April, June and November;
February has twenty-eight alone.
All the rest have thirty-one,
But leap year coming once in four
Gives February one day more.
It’s raining, it’s pouring,
The old man’s snoring;
He got into bed
And bumped his head
And couldn’t get up in the morning.
It’s raining, it’s raining,
There’s pepper in the box,
And all the little ladies
Are picking up their frocks.
The Star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the wind blows,
Then the mill goes;
When the wind drops,
Then the mill stops.
March winds and April showers
Bring forth May flowers.
When clouds appear
Like rocks and towers,
The earth’s refreshed
By frequent showers.
Cut thistles in May,
They grow in a day;
Cut them in June,
That is too soon;
Cut them in July,
Then they will die.
A swarm of bees in May
Is worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly.
If bees stay at home,
Rain will soon come;
If they fly away,
Fine will be the day.
Evening red and morning grey,
Send the traveller on his way;
Evening grey and morning red,
Bring the rain upon his head.
Red sky at night,
Shepherd’s delight;
Red sky in the morning,
Shepherd’s warning.
When the dew is on the grass,
Rain will never come to pass.
A sunshiny shower
Won’t last half an hour.
Mackerel sky,
Mackerel sky,
Not long wet
And not long dry.