Long Live Tuflandia!

Waking up, I shouted to my mom:
- Farewell, my Pajamland!
Long live Tuflandia!..
And my mom replied:
On course - Sweaterland!
Greetings to Hatland!

Where to next? Maybe to Big Coatland? Or straight to Scarfland? Even in Sweaterland, many discoveries can be made: it turns... out, it can happen - a sweater bites, but doesn't bark... Anything can happen in the verses of the famous children's poet Mikhail Yasnov: in them, ponies befriend donuts, and a hedgehog - a meat pie, a naughty grandfather gnaws on gifts, and a green fence doesn't want to ripen in autumn, real heroes are awarded a cookie medal, and it's better for orange jam to surrender to the mercy of the winner right away. In general:

Farewell, farewell, Boredomland,
Greetings, Laughterland!

For children of older preschool and younger school age.