Here are the verses:
People of lower ethnic types
Will roll and mire in the mud,
Though Russia has paid in full
To be other than this horse’s food.
Our beloved country pulls and moves
Over the bones of such symbols and forms,
And spits and spews and cries and groans
With power of a mare that befalls a mount.
With whatever Chinese beast
Should we mark this day and age,
The people will choose just one
To be the Horse’s Superman.