Sunset is awesome, Alaska is cold
women must fight for their rights and be bold.
Over the strait amber lights just came on
hours to wait until Sunday and Dawn.
Sarah’s still smartin’, the press is so mean
dreams of departing the northernmost scene.
Shutters reflecting from across the divide
Sarah detecting two humps of pale hide.
Yes, it it Putin, flashing his grin
now he is tootin, Barrack will win.
Lights are too dim when Sarah takes aim,
shame it is him then, end of the game.
Says to the jury, yes it is true
hell hath no fury, strange caribou!