Все на свете знаю.                                                                                                                                                                                  Знаю каждый куст в лесу,                                                                                                                                                             Новость на хвосте несу.                                                                                                                                                       Может быть меня за это,                                                                                                                                                                             И зовут лесной  газетой?                                                                                                                                                                        Слышала я на лету,                                                                                                                                                                                Как шептал осинкам ветер:                                                                                                                                                                              «Осень ждут на праздник дети»                                                                                                                                                           к ним тебе я отведу.