Putin's Poutine

Slava Ukraini!
[made with Suno AI]
Lyrics:
The Kremlin’s tsar, he marches forth with pride,
To claim each land and have them by his side.
Through snow and storm, his forces will not hide,
For Putin’s poutine is his quest worldwide.
He sets his eyes on Ukraine’s golden fields,
His tanks advance; their power never yields.
With iron fists, his army's mighty shields,
He craves the taste that glory soon reveals.
Europe falls, and yet his hunger grows,
America next, where nothing slows.
But Canada-where northern cold winds blow,
Holds Putin’s poutine, this is his final show.
Oh Putin’s poutine-he craves with all his might,
Oh Putin’s poutine, he dreams of every bite.
The curds, the gravy, fries cooked just right,
He’ll conquer the world for one perfect delight.
With every step, his appetite expands,
As nations fall beneath his gripping hands.
No peace until his poutine feast commands,
For Putin’s poutine spans all of the lands.