Jože Snoj: Stop za pesmico

 

 

 

                                                           Stop za pesmico

 

                                                           Stop, stop,

                                                           avtomobili!

                                                           Pesmica gre čez

                                                           cesto

                                                           Da je ne bi

                                                           povozili,

                                                           to mislimo čisto

                                                           resno!

 

                                                           Brez očka je in brez

                                                           mame.

                                                           Ne pustimo je, vendar,

                                                           same!

 

                                                           Peruti ima kot ptice,

                                                           a opotekave nožice,

                                                           a očke iz smeha

                                                           in joka.

                                                           Sploh ne vidi, kje

                                                           stopa.

 

                                                           Da ni le lahna

                                                           meglica,

                                                           da ni le lužica

                                                           sinja?

                                                           Da ni na sredi

                                                           pota

                                                           zgubljena pojoča

                                                           skrinja?

 

                                                           Ah, stop, stop,

                                                           avtomobili!

                                                           Naj vsak raje

                                                           zahupa,

                                                           naj vsak raje s kolesi

                                                           zacvili.

                                                           Morda z veliko

                                                           hrupa

                                                           jo bomo v tišino

                                                           skrili.

 

 

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                                                           Mali rešilec

 

                                                           Majhna žaba -

                                                           grozna moč.

                                                           Spredaj tema,

                                                           zadaj noč.

 

                                                           Z žarometi nam

                                                           mežika,

                                                           češ da

                                                           sila je

                                                           velika,

                                                           češ da mera je

                                                           že polna,

                                                           da osebica je

                                                           bolna,

                                                           ki v vozilu tem

                                                           sedi

                                                           in v bolnišnico

                                                           drvi.

 

                                                           V sedežu je

                                                           luknjica,

                                                           v luknjici je

                                                           kahlica.

                                                           Kamor še cesar

                                                           peš

                                                           menca,

                                                           naš možiček se

                                                           pelja.

 

 

 

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