O
Baikalian Rift in the heart of Siberia, you're no way inferior
To the rifts
that developed elsewhere;
You're so far from the
oceans,
You show no plate motions
To give you false notions
And yet you're undoubtedly there. You
show crustal convulsions, but no triple junctions,
And your course follows
archaic trends;
There's been no occasion
Of mantle invasion
Though, by seismic persuasion,
You yet could make future amends. O Baikalian Rift, with continental
drift,
You could widen with greatest of ease:
A gulf of salt water
Along the right quarter
Is something that ought to
Please Russians as well as Chinese. | 
