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Kuzya

Call me Kuzya, cuz Putin did
Give this Amur tiger that name.
To that bare chested guy, I bid
Farewell. He could not turn me tame,
And so he let me loose to roam
The wilds where wild of us are few,
'Twixt/'tween Russia/China home.
First thing I did - what tigers do,
Some farm fresh meat - chicken take out,
Left feathers and footprints behind,
So guess who - there can be no doubt.
Russia just hopes China won't mind.

The news is that this pussy cat
Crossed over the border - what's that?