Oh, Bernie Sanders took a trip to Russia long ago —
to Yaroslavl, where the citizens don’t mind the snow.
Ever since that trip our Bernie has displayed affection
for anything that smacks of Slavic taste or introspection.
When he’s in the White House, how the vodka will decant!
They’ll be singing O Chechornya in a growling bass descant.
He’ll have a little dacha at Camp David, sure as shootin’ —
and probably get palsy-walsy with that fellow Putin.
I guess I do not mind if Russia is his big main squeeze —
it’s either that, or else he’ll have to learn to speak Chinese . . .