The ball Poem by Marshak for children

My
Fun,
Ringing
Ball,
Where are you going
Rushed
Gallops?
Yellow,
Red,
Blue,
Do not keep
For you!

I
You
Palm
Clapping.
You
Rode
And Zvonko
Topal.

You
Fifteen
Once
In a row
Jumping
In the corner
And ago.

And then
You rolled
And back
Never came back.

Rolled
In the garden,
Sunk
To the gate,
Rolled
Under the gate,
Ran
Before turning.

There
Got
Under the wheel.
Burst,
Slapped -
And that's all!