Give the dogs meaty rations -
Maybe they’ll fight then to munch them.
Give the hungover kvas and
Who knows? They might end up drunken.

To keep the crows from bloating
Put scarecrows in more places.
So lovers grow more doting
Give them space for embraces.

Throw grains upon the ground now -
Shoots might grow from those seeds then.
Okay, I’ll stay within bounds now -
Only give me my freedom!

They gave the dogs a fillet -
They didn’t pounce upon it.
They gave the drunks some spirit -
They said they didn’t want it.

They scare the crows - whatever!
The crows don’t bat an eyelid.
Couples are brought together -
They’d be better off divided.

They watered all the seeds and
No wheat grew - that’s the ticket!
Yesterday they gave me freedom -
Now what shall I do with it?