Nash Andriyko, pan-chazyayin, v poli zyto vyrostyv,
Shchob zibraty urozay bahatyi, vin naynyav robitnykiv.

Dlya Andriyka zerno – duze lovke, vystrazdanneye,
A robitnykam bayduze: ce z bo zerno ne svoye!

– Chom, Andriyku, ty sumuyesh, zvechora ne zartuvav?
– Zhanbyly pshenycyu tuyu, krashche b sam yiyi zibrav!

A ti shkolyari-studenty tilky yily, hulyaly...
To profesory-docenty yich takomu navchyly!