Why did we go to Russia?

When the Lord was designing Creation, And laying out ocean and land, With never an hour’s relaxation, Nor a moment to steady His hand.

He scrapped all the wreckage and tailings, And the leavings and scum of the dump, And he made on the shores of the Arctic A great International Dump.

He rushed the thing through in a hurry, And because of the rush He was in, He dubbed the locality Russia And Russia it always has been.

And then, feeling blue and sarcastic, Because it was Saturday night, He picked out to call the worst comer of all With the name of Archangel for spite!