Fyodor the Cockroach

He's always fresh and full of beans, Fyodor, the cockroach accountant. He's calm at work. Slogs so hard his wings are sweating. He often rides his moped, Fedya, the cockroach accountant. Happy as a child. And ever since his pissy nappies He's believed he'll cram the whole world, Fed, the cockroach accountant, Into his chirpy little heart, And the game is worth the candle. Dreaming of a perfect world, Fedya, the cockroach accountant. And he's sad when some other Cockroach isn't happy with himself. Maybe he's not so kind after all, The cockroach and accountant Fyodor. And in some other set of circumstances The cockroach Gennady will roar inside him.