Jackson (Стихи для детей)

When Jackson brings me little toy
His eyes are shining full of joy,
He waits for me to make a throw,
He’s always set to jump and go.

He picks a toy with rocket speed,
He is good boy, he is, indeed.
But when we try to brush his hair,
He sounds like a little bear.

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