Petőfi Sándor MOTHER HENS Why, what a rock! mother hen, hemp The living room in there? Well, the only good god is good he will give, Fölvitte to anoint the job! Here, running around up and down, Even the trunk can lift and, Remember, kotkodákol, And do not beat up the room. Sure beat, no beat!…

John GoldenFAMILY CIRCLE It is evening, evening: every one to rest! Boling of the black mulberry leaves, Beetle buzz of the night, he goes to the wall Copenhagen is hard, then stop. As if all the leg hatch Rognan, Slow terrestrial frogs all over the Greeks, Rambling thrown the bat in the eaves, Owl…