There was a man from Proosia

There was a man from Proosia

 There was a man from Proosia,
 He wished to go to Russia,
 He went on foot,
 But tripped over a root,
 He went on hands,
 But got caught by a robber band,
 He was released,
 But soon was less pleased,
 There was a man from Proosia.

 Oh, how hungry was he;
 He chewed a rock,
 But broke his teeth,
 There was a man from Proosia.

 He scolded his teeth,
 “You had to break,” he said,
 But the teeth didn't reply.
 And he went on his way,
 The man from Proosia.

 Out came a distant land,
 With great shores and leafy fans,
 The Proosia man became happy,
 He felt very sappy.
 “I have reached Russia,” he said.
 Went around and the people said,
 “Welcome, welcome.”
 The man felt elated,
 Thinking of fame belated,
 Came upon a house and said,
 “It looks familiar instead,”
 Looked he upon the nameplate,
 Found his name engraved,
 Travelled had he back to his place,
 Not visiting Russia on the way,
 That was the man from Proosia.