May beetle in June

In Mrs. Mimosa's garden a small white rose bloomed. And under her white flowers three crickets had died. They are all musicians, recognized by the world - talents. Even famous violinists they envied these comrades, because in the morning early, early with violin, flute and piano they welcomed the dawn with a concert, waking the flowers from sleep. And on this beautiful May day played a familiar refrain, so the whole garden sing this little song, my dear. By the leaves of an old lilac buzzed an angry mosquito. He flew and was angry, because he was very sleepy. But these musicians small with your stupid whistles prevented him from sleeping, what an irony, alas! The mosquito did not know, that they composition are most famous. And his anger great was misunderstood by all. A beautiful butterfly landed next to him under duress and began to teach him, that this is art - not noise!