Владимир Наклевкин

A Tisket, a Tasket, a brown and yellow basket I sent a letter to my mommy on the way I dropped it I dropped it, I dropped it, yet on the way I dropped it A little girl, he picked it up and put it in her pocket She was trucking on down the avenue with not a single thing to do She went a peck, peck, pecking all around when she spied it on the ground She took it, she took it, my little yellow bracket And if she doesn't bring it back, I think that I will die