A Cautionary Tale:
For Miss Anastasia de...
Should you one day visit Russia
Braving hail and frost and snow,
Where you’ll find the icy winter
Makes your cheeks and fingers glow,
Then if you should go out walking,
Meet a young man, and start talking,
He will call you his Tsarina –
And a Russian ought to know!
Anastasia,
He’ll amaze you
With the compliments he pays you,
Though he’ll call you ‘Anastarsia’
Like that princess long ago.
He’ll invite you to his dacha
In the snowy countryside,
As you gallop in his troika
He’ll beg you to be his bride.
He will say: ‘Old Boris Yeltsin
Tells us all to pull our belts in,
But if you’ll be our Tsarina
We shall cast this clown aside.’
Anastasia,
He will daze you
By the lavish way he’ll praise you,
Saying: ‘When you rule all of Russia
We shall prosper far and wide.’
Anastasia! Do not listen
To that young man’s honeyed pleas.
Wealth and power are glittering daggers
Robbing us of joy and ease.
With a name so proudly regal
You must soar higher than an eagle,
You’re a princess in your own right,
So your family agrees.
Anastasia,
He won’t faze you
With the compliments he pays you,
For you know your jewelled namesake
Begged for life, on bended knees.
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