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In the heart of Siberia, where the winds blow cold,
There lived a tough Russian mouse, brave and bold.
He was a survivor, a fighter through and through,
The toughest Russian mouse you ever knew.

In the heart of London, where the streets are gray,
There lived a British mouse, every day.
With his dapper suit and monocled eye,
He was the most stylish mouse, you could spy.

In the land of Oz, where the gum trees grow,
There lived an Aussie mouse, with a heart aglow.
With his laid-back style and cheeky grin,
He was the coolest mouse there'd ever bin.

But here is a picture of another fellow,
Not tall and muscular but shaped like jello,
From the home of the brave, land of the free,
The origin of Karens and "let's fry it in ghee."