The number 3 isn't just a number; it's a whole world of interesting stories and discoveries for young explorers! It's found everywhere: in three bears in fairy tales, three whales in the sea, three favorite colors. In this collection, you'll find fun poems that will help your child easily and joyfully memorize this important number, as well as develop their imagination and love of poetry.<\/p>\n
The mother cat is waiting by the window for her kittens until the morning. Three of them\u2014red as spring\u2014it's high time they played! They'll pour some milk into a bowl, and play happily with a ball of yarn. They'll jump around and purr contentedly!\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThree Christmas trees<\/h2>\n
Three fir trees stand in a field, In winter, in snow-white fur coats. The wind sings songs, In needles, thin and delicate. A bunny ran past, He sat under the tree. The snowman saw them, And smiled, became cheerful. Three lights on each, They burn in the New Year. They will bring joy, happiness, And make dreams come true.\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThree balls<\/h2>\n
Three balls lie in the yard: a red, a blue, and a yellow ball. Children are playing merrily, their laughter is heard like soot. They kick the ball and throw it high. The game brings them joy, a bright, warm dream.\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThree sisters<\/h2>\n
Three sisters live in the forest, braiding their fair hair. Each one cherishes her beauty in ringing songs. The eldest is smart and kind, the middle one laughs loudly. The youngest is quiet and gentle, whispering softly in fairy tales. Together they carry berries, and keep mushrooms in a basket. They all live together in harmony, and adore each other.\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThree whales<\/h2>\n
In the blue sea, three whales swim smoothly, unhurriedly. The waves fly like splashes, their play is so beautiful. They drink water like fountains, and beat the water with their tails. Together they sing songs, and remember the sea.\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThree little bunnies<\/h2>\n
Three little hares by the river, gnawing on carrots in silence. The sun shines on them from the sky, and they play like mice. The mother hare watches over her dear children. She always protects them, from the fox and from adversity. In their burrow, they are always warm, and there is always enough food. They are happy, as always, and adore each other.\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThree stars<\/h2>\n
In the dark sky, three stars shine brightly in the silence. Like sparks from a dream, they are visible from afar. They shine for us at night, and light the way. They call us to a quiet fairy tale, and give us dreams here.\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThree clouds<\/h2>\n
Three clouds float in the distance, each with a different shape. One resembles a horse, another dares a bear. The third sails like a ship, calling to distant lands. The wind carries them easily, changing everything around it.\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThree apples<\/h2>\n
Three apples hang on a branch, red and ripe in appearance. The sun has warmed them in the garden, and beckons them with its liqueur. Children will pick the apples and eat them with gusto. They will drink the delicious juice and scream with joy.\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThree cubes<\/h2>\n
Three cubes stand in a row, multicolored, bright. A child's eye will build them into a tower, a fortress, and castles. Houses will stand, and soldiers will live in them. Children will play, and create their dreams.\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThree butterflies<\/h2>\n
Three butterflies circled over a meadow, as if in a dance. They circled the flowers, in a bright, colorful space. They collected sweet juice and nectar from fragrant herbs. Their flight was so light and beautiful, like rafting.\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThree dwarfs<\/h2>\n
Three gnomes live in the forest, in a house under an old tree stump. They are hardworking and agile, and always live together. They gather berries in baskets and find mushrooms in the forest. They are not afraid of evil foxes, their friends are always around. In the evenings they have a fire and sing songs. They rejoice as if in the open air, and are happy as if together.\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThree little birds<\/h2>\n
Three birds sit on a branch, singing ringing songs. They speak of spring, and sing to us of summer. They flap their wings, and fly away into the sky. They send us greetings, and reminisce about happiness.\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThree umbrellas<\/h2>\n
Three umbrellas stand in the rain, bright and beautiful. They protect us all around, from the drops that fall from the sky. It's easy to walk under an umbrella, and not be afraid of getting wet. The rain is pounding, but still, we are happy all around.\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThree friends<\/h2>\n
Three friends are inseparable, It's fun to play together. They are always obedient and help each other. Together they build cities and paint wonders. They are not afraid of trouble, Their friendship is a miracle.\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"The number 3 isn't just a number; it's a whole world of interesting stories and discoveries for young explorers! It's found everywhere: in the three bears in fairy tales, in three...<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[59],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-134637","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134637","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=134637"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134637\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":136232,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134637\/revisions\/136232"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=134637"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=134637"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=134637"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}