A country of mystery and secrecy,
In which nothing is free,
Where Mao won and ruled,
And from where Chiang Kai-shek fled.
A country of tea and spice,
Where everything is nice,
Where more than a billion people live and die,
Where peasants plough fields and sigh.
A pleasant place for all to see,
It is quite a good place to be,
People are very polite,
They do not much fight.
A country that has grown in strength,
As if it was just meant,
Challenging the USA in many ways,
People say it will overtake it in some days.
A country to be respected,
As it has been many times said,
A country that will grow more,
According to many a lore.
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