Olga the Operatic Ostrich
Olga the Operatic Ostrich was the darling of a nation –
her every exhalation was an inspiration.
At the Hermitage and Bolshoi, she sang Glinka for the Tsar.
In fact, it’s fair to say that she was Russia’s greatest star.
Then came the revolution, and Olga’s dreadful fate:
She was packed off to the Gulag in a filthy wooden crate.
Woe for poor old Olga! Ostriches don’t like snow,
and you know, in Siberia, how frosty it can go.
In vain she tried to warm herself with arias and scales,
but all her notes were blown away in freezing winter gales.
“This is no good,” thought Olga, “I do not want to die.
since opera cannot thaw me out, then ballet I shall try!”
So out there on the chilly Steppes, Olga learned to dance.
It warmed the hearts of Bolsheviks to see her twirl and prance.
Eventually old Lenin heard
about this ballerina bird,
and though he thought it quite absurd,
he ordered that she be transferred
to Moscow, where the record shows
she was received with wild bravos.
So, thanks to keeping on her toes,
Olga thrived and never froze.