The Cake
The cake of little Ukraine
Was very tasting
And every night Putin align it a bit
He began with the Krim
And it was very toothsome
Then he continued to align it
And it was very toothsome
So he straight ahead kept aligning
A bit in Lugansk and a bit in Donetsk
And around Kiev too.
And when all kids faced him
Shouting and yelling upon him
All of a sudden, he stopped and stood up
Burped and told them
Whew, it was so tasty
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