Yes, he eats the edge.

Suddenly, about midnight, the horse neighed...

Our guard stood up,

Looked under the mitten

And I saw a mare.

That mare was

All white, like winter snow,

Mane to the ground, golden,

The rings are curled into crayons.

"Ehehe! So this is what

Our thief!.. But wait,

I don't know how to joke,

I’ll sit on your neck at once.

Look, what locusts!"

And, for a moment,

runs up to the mare,

Grabs the wavy tail

And sits on the ridge -

Just walk backwards

Yes, he eats the edge.

Suddenly, about midnight, the horse neighed...

Our guard stood up,

Looked under the mitten

And I saw a mare.

That mare was

All white, like winter snow,

Mane to the ground, golden,

The rings are curled into crayons.

"Ehehe! So this is what

Our thief!.. But wait,

I don't know how to joke,

I’ll sit on your neck at once.

Look, what locusts!"

And, for a moment,

runs up to the mare,

Grabs the wavy tail

And sits on the ridge -

Just walk backwards