Poor Put’-pronged citizens
poor Put’-wronged citizens. Had their day. . .
enslaved today, those poor Put’-ponged citizens.
There’s a pong from the East:
it’s the crowd smells of bear dung
sent in by KGBeast—
the country is stung. Poor proctol’d citizens,
poor pummeled citizens. Putin plots; he’s got the hots
for Ukraine to win again. Comin’ in, goosesteppin’,
puttin’ on the bite.
Loves mayhem; that’s way him. . .shiv Ukraine citizens,
give Ukraine citizens anarchy
up until he will blitz Ukraine citizens.

Craven guy, Stoli-tight. Routing, routing is this bane.
Craven guy, gross-chest sight,
and he has no mane.

The reign of pain’s the bane of the Ukraine.
Like Georgia, they may get it; like Georgia, get hit!

Now, once again, where is that pain?
In Ukraine, in Ukraine.
And who is the awful bane?
“No mane,” that’s plain.

The pain’s Ukraine’s, caused plainly by the bane.
The pain’s Ukraine’s, caused by the no-mane bane.
He’ll harm you, harass you, and hang you—
hurting-bane hellhound hassler.

Unkind he was to go in.

Now once again, who is the bane?
The no-mane in Ukraine.

And where might he blast and pain?
Ukraine, Ukraine.

The reign of pain’s the bane of the Ukraine.
The pain’s Ukraine’s, caused plainly by the bane.