Doubting Foma

In one of the houses

That stand in our street

Lived doubting Foma

Whom we often did meet

Whatever they told him

At home or at school

He never believed them

For that was his rule

It’s raining and hailing

And slushy today

Put on your galoshes

His mother would say

I do not believe it

And straight down the street

He’d walk through the puddles

With soaking wet feet

Once on an excursion

He went to a zoo

They told him

Now that is a new kangaroo

I do not believe it

Foma said with an air

I think it is simply

An overgrown hare!

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