The Eurasian Brown Bear has sharpened its claws

(to be delivered by military or civilian airplanes.

Printed on paper. To float down from the sky.

On the Oblasts)

To the proud, beautiful, scared Bearpeople of Russia:

Mr. Putin has sharpened your fearsome claws. And he's filled the rot-holes in your impressive Bear teeth with ore from abroad somewhere.

But know that he can't make things be what they aren't.

He's made you seem strong.

And yet you are weak:

he's auctioned your organs for gun powder.

A Nazi, the Jew, Zelenskyy is not.

Ukraine's snow's the right to be glistening;

Mr. Navalny was saying some things -

and the rest of the world is STILL listening.

Your knees are still bending, but not the right way

the chap on your snout he can moisten.

But mange, it is eating the flesh off your bones:

the borscht he has served you is poison.

With love an affection

and bright songs of Truth,

A sincere and singing American.