If the child grows up,
You have to say goodbye to your mother. There are homes everywhere.
Cattle and horses have feet, birds have wings,
Is there any way to travel with plants?
Mother dandelion prepared a parachute,
Give it to your doll.
As long as the wind blows gently,
The children set out in succession in the wind.
Mama Xanthium has a good idea.
She dressed the child in barbed armor.
As long as you hang animal fur,
Children can go to fields and valleys.
Mother pea has a better idea.
She put the pod in the sun,
Bang, the pod exploded,
The children skipped away from their mother.
There are many ways for plant mothers.
Look carefully if you don't believe me.
There is a lot of knowledge there,
Careless children can't get it.