Горячий финский парень

Глава 1In the wood where the moonbeams quiver, Lived a Finn who was ever so clever. He danced with the trees in the pale silver light, And his boots made a rhythm — a most curious sight!He gathered some wood, oh, a most peculiar heap, To stoke up his stove, while the forest did sleep. He’d fed all the mice (three and twenty, you see), Then counted his feet — yes, there were two, just as free!His boots were quite stout, and his axe at his side, A most useful companion, though rather wide‑eyed. He owned a tractor (it ran on blue jam), And inside his head? Why, an eedle, ma’am!This eedle (not needle, mind you, take care!), Could turn him to anything, anywhere. A toad, or a teapot, or cloud in the sky, Or a most elegant walrus — oh, wasn’t he spry?He had two souls, which he kept in a jar, One he valued more than a mountain of gold, sir. For this soul made him happier (far, far more!) Than t…