There was a soft-spoken jeweler from Estonia
who often worked in cubic zirconia.
He'd never tell a lie,
but came across quite shy,
Some thought they'd got the best deal in Estonia.
There was a young lady from Tallinn
who'd go to the beach, but not swim.
"Baltic beaches may be brisk,
but swimming adds the risk
that you'll leave behind one or two limbs."
There was a heavy drinker from Tallinn
who drank Vana Tallinn by the gallon.
You've caught the great lie
I laxly let fly:
It comes in liters in metric Tallinn.
There was a gardener from Estonia
who was faced with a terrible phobia.
When she heard men hunting,
she’d cry, “Russians are coming,
and they’ll trample all our Begonias!”