Good afternoon, you’ve come from far and wide;
In Mariupol, I shall be your guide.
Do not believe the lying foreign press,
Who will pretend this place is one big mess.
Just look at the improvements we have made:
All that extra space, if a bit less shade.
(And any minor damage has been done
By outside agents who have cut and run).
You see that souvenir shop with its flags?
Our leader’s face adorns its plastic bags.
Once there was a school beneath this rubble,
Till our brave boys rooted out the trouble.
All those busloads going on vacation,
Are no longer part of this great nation.
Whichever way you look, the future’s bright
And soon we may have power for the light.