Luka Luzar: Lovec z novci

LOVEC Z NOVCI

Nekoč je živel en lovec,                                                        Pa se je letalo pokvarilo 

ki je imel zlat novec.                                                             in strmoglavilo

Ker pa ni vedel, kaj bi z njim                                                v puščavski pesek.                                       je prižgal pipo

in ven začel puhati dim.                                            

                                                                                              Ta strašna novica                                                                                                                                        poletela je kot ptica

Ko je razmišljal, kaj bi z njim,                                               naglas v njegovo rodno vas.

je šel v trgovino

in si kupil margarino,

čokolado in marmelado.                                                        To strašno novico

                                                                                               pa so na uho dobili

                                                                                               tudi nepridipravi.

Ko pa je prišel domov                                                            

in je stopil v hišo,                                                                  Zato so sklenili

se je začel veseliti                                                                  da se bodo polastili

in tako naglas vpiti,                                                               lovčevih novcev.

da ga ni bilo moč preglasiti.                                                   Pa še so sklenili,

                                                                                               da si bodo plen razdelili.

Sklonil se je pod mizo

in ugotovil,                                                                             Ne bodi len

da mu ne bo več treba prestajati krizo.                                  so kmalu dobili svoj plen,

                                                                                               si ga razdelili

                                                                                               in se po svetu izgubili.

Pod mizo je našel

novcev sto

in ni vedel, od kod so.                                                             Pa pride lovec iz puščave

                                                                                                 in ga skoraj kap zadane.

                                                                                                 Odpre vrata

Še arheologi tega niso                                                              in zagleda mlajšega brata. razumeli,

zato so vsi zardeli.

Nihče ni razumel,                                                                     Ta stika po rečeh

zakaj je le on                                                                             vse je prevrnjeno in na tleh.

tako srečo imel.                                                                        Hitro pospravi

                                                                                                 in pravi,

                                                                                                 da gre po svetu

                                                                                                 s puško na rami

Za nagrado je letel,                                                                   za nepridipravi.

z letalom je šel                                                                          Ko jih dobi v roke,

čez širno Ameriko,                                                                   zdaj jim gorje!!!

Paris, San Francisco

in na koncu za zabavo

še v daljno puščavo.                                                            Luka Luzar, 6. razred