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Rus (A Love Song for Vlad)
Tune: “The Moose Song”
I have known Norsemen and Mongols and Celts,
Barbarians wearing naught else but their pelts,
Frenchmen and Spaniards, Muslims and Gauls;
Then I met a Russian with really big… shoulders.
Yes, he’s Rus, Rus; I love a Rus.
I’ve never met anyone quite like my Rus.
If you offer another and tell me to choose,
The other will always lose out to my Rus.
As a worldly woman, I’d venture to say
I’d conducted my trysts in a most discreet way
And I never have acted the doxy or slut
Till I gazed on my Rus and his fine Russian… eyes.
Yes, he’s Rus, Rus; I love a Rus.
I’ve never met anyone quite like my Rus.
If you bring me Mel Gibson, I’ll firmly refuse;
Braveheart himself can’t compare with my Rus.
I vowed I’d be single the rest of my life
And not met the man who could make me his wife.
But I knew I’d stay with him through thin and through thick
When I first saw my Rus and his great, massive… beard.
Yes, he’s Rus, Rus; I love a Rus.
I’ve never met anyone quite like my Rus.
He’s big and he’s gruff but he’s never obtuse.
I’ll never love anyone else but my Rus.
This is my tale and I swear it is true.
And now there is but one thing I must do:
To give thanks to the gods in both story and song
For my Russian true love and his wondrous… sense of humor!
Yes, he’s Rus, Rus; I love a Rus.
I’ve never met anyone quite like my Rus.
Some may find heaven with sheep, or a moose,
But I’ll look no further than my own dear Rus.
© 1992 Karen L.U.
Kahan aka Savage Daughter
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