I don't have a problem with it, I just don't like it. У меня нет с этим проблем, мне это просто не нравится.
Блестящая логика. Разделение между 'having a problem' и 'not liking'.
 Wednesday [ʹwenzdı] , 30 September [sepʹtembə] 2026

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    Cock-the-Roach

    PART ONE

    Bears went to the hike
    A-riding on a bike.

    Then came Tom-the-Cat,
    Back-to-front he sat.

    Spry mosquitoes drifted by
    In a big balloon on high.

    Lobsters looked like shrimps
    On a dog that limps.

    Wolves were mounted on a horse.
    Lions drove in cars, of course.

    Hares in pairs
    Crammed in a tram.

    Toad rode on a broom...

    What a merry bunch!
    Gingernuts they munch.

    Suddenly a Titan
    Crawls beneath the gate-
    Whiskers meant to frighten,
    Very stiff and straight.
    Cock-the-Roach
    Cock-the-Roach,
    Cock-the-Roach the Great!!


    Sharp and loud his shout rings out,
    While his whiskers wave about:
    “Don’t you worry, I shan’t hurry,
    But I’ll gulp and gobble you!
    That is true!
    Oh, too true!
    There’s no hope for you!”

    Creatures rock and sway,
    Fainting right away.

    Such a dreadful flight!
    Wolves eat wolves on sight.

    Poor old Uncle Crock
    Gulps a frog in shock,

    And Mum Jumbo, all a-shake,
    Sits on a hedgehog by mistake.

    Only Lobsters feel all right —
    In a pinch they love a fight.
    It is true that back they wriggle,
    Yet defiant whiskers wiggle.
    Let the tyrant fear!

    Let the giant hear!!
    “Hey, you, listen! We’re proud, too!
    We have whiskers just like you.
    We can shout out louder, too.
    So, Big Whiskers, off with you!”

    Having made that clear
    All move to the rear.
    Then the Hippo loudly hails
    Crocodiles and mighty Whales:
    “The knight who with his might will fight
    And put this horrid thing to flight
    Shall find such favour in our eyes
    That two fat frogs shall’be his prize-
    And we'll grant him a pine-cone
    Of number one size...!”
    “We don’t fear that monster. No!
    Giants we can overthrow.
    With our teeth,
    With our tusks,
    With our hooves we’ll bring him low!”
    What a bold and happy throng!
    To the fight they dash along.

    But when they see those whiskers wave,
    Oh, dear me!
    Not a single beast is brave.
    Oh, dear me!
    Over hill, over dale, through the woods they tear...
    Cock-the-Roach’s whiskers gave them such a scare!
    To the scene the Hippo came
    And his face went red with shame:
    “Hey, you Bulls and Rhinos there!
    Don’t you dare hide in your lair!
    Were you born
    With no horn?
    Toss him in the air!”
    Bulls and Rhinos say: “Don’t blare!
    Please speak softly. Do take care!
    We would surely
    Gore him sorely,
    But horns are dear, like hide and hair,
    And who will pay for wear and tear?”

    How they shake and quake underneath the hedge
    By the swampy lake, every nerve on edge!

    Crocodiles in nettles hide their heads and skulk.
    In a ditch Mum Jumbo settles down to sulk.

    Creatures' teeth rattle, so great are their fears-
    Look at their shivering, quivering ears!
    Every Monkey hops and skips,
    Grabs his bags and packs his grips.
    Falling into frantic fits
    Each-One Quits!
    Sharks hate worry,
    Scurry, hurry,
    But their tails make quite a flurry,
    Till the swish makes cuttie fish
    Scuttle off
    Like other fish.

    PART TWO

    Cock-the-Roach was named the Victor Great and Grand,
    King of Field and Forest, Lord of All the Land.
    Ginger-Whiskers ruled-life was at its worst,
    Birds and beasts were fooled. (May his name be cursed!)

    He struts and rubs his yellow tummy
    As he orders every Mummie:
    “Bring your little ones to me.
    I shall take them with my tea,
    Or eat them up at supper!"

    Oh, those wretched Beasts!
    How they howl and growl!

    They declare in every lair
    That the glutton and his feasts
    Are unfair and foul.

    “Why! it breaks a mother’s heart
    With her little one to part.
    Chubby Jumbo, Baby Hare,
    Or a cuddly Teddy Bear.

    The rogue, the scoundrel! Oh, how cruel
    To use our babes to make his gruel!!”
    How they weep no words can tell.
    Mummies bid their babes farewell.

    Then one morning through the dew
    Hopped and skipped a Kangaroo.
    When he saw great Cock-the-Roach
    Loud he shouted with reproach:
    “Goodness! Do you think he’s strong?
    Ha! Ha! Ha!
    Think again, for you are wrong!
    Ha! Ha! Ha!
    Cock-the-Roach! Cock-the-Roach...
    ...He’s nothing but a brown cockroach!
    That’s the horrid midget’s name-
    If you obey him you’re to blame!


    Haven’t you got claw and paw,
    Fangs to tear and bite?
    How could you bow down before
    Such a tiny mite?”

    But the Hippos now felt bad,
    So they whispered:
    “Are you mad?
    Go away! Don’t make a fuss,
    You will make things worse for us!”

    Suddenly a wee bird flew
    From the woods dark green and blue,
    Flitting fast as any arrow.
    Such a perky little Sparrow!
    “Cheep-peep-peep!
    A-cheep-a-peep!”
    How he nips! Oh, what a cheek!
    For the cockroach in his beak
    Dies without a single squeak.
    His long ginger whiskers are hidden from view.
    That giant, the tyrant has now got his due!

    Oh, how happy, daft and daffy,
    Act those creatures now they’ve heard!
    They feel great, congratulating
    Both themselves and that small bird.

    Donkeys shout out: “Glory!” to the Sparrow’s beak,
    Braying out the story of their narrow squeak.
    Billy Goats with goatees sweep and clean the street.
    Rams set kettle-drums a-rattle.
    Hoot-owls toot as if in battle.
    Crows in towers caw for hours..
    In the belfry scatty bats
    Dance a reel and wave their hats.

    Mummie Jumbo, looking smart,
    Skips in a jig with all her heart,
    Til! the Earth and Sky start rumbling.-
    Down the very Moon comes tumbling
    And it sends poor Jumbo stumbling.

    What a fuss the Beasts are making!
    From the lake the Moon they’re raking.
    They must nail it up on high
    In its place to light the sky!

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