hiding near the broom
I hear their Slavic murmerings
Behind the red mushrooms.

Maybe they will hex the cows
Till their udders wither
Or blight our good gold barley fields
with them Novichok drones hither?

Jealous of our spuds likely
and the fat sheep kale
-They should all be rounded up
We should build new NATO Jails.

There are Russians in my woods
I see them dance round Putin:
They've come to do a mischief here
-Some thieving and looting.

There are Russians in our woods
-Even the Domovoy know
-They hide just behind the woodpile
Where the mushrooms grow.