I hold Vladimir completely in awe,
seeing as how he disregards law:
invading neighbors, controlling lands
from frozen tundra to barren sands,
ruling over eleven time zones.
Folks, let me tell ya, that takes cojones.
Best of all, Vladimir brooks no dissent
and always knows where enemies went.
Off to Siberia. (Darker and colder.)
Or foreign lands. (Where they don't get older.)
Okay, America's less cold and grim,
but I want to make it perfect for him.
