My friend tells of goings on
In countries of this world
Sometimes he is fond
Of telling lies
He says
There is a country
Whose summer comes
With what he calls
Zhin' zhan' rainfall
That does not last
Accompanied by
Zhin' zhan' lightning
Without thunder
In dark clouds
Seeded with zhin' zhan' chemicals

He carries on
With his fibs
That the country has banks
Zhin' zhan' banks
With zhin' zhan' money
That does not last
That buys
Zhin' zhan' goods only
That do not last

I do not believe him
He can be quite funny
He says
Once every five years
Zhin' zhan' elections are held
To elect a zhin' zhan' government
That makes zhin' zhan' laws
That do not last
And are amended at every seating

I do not know
what zhin' zhan' means
But what I know is
My friend has gone
Zhin' zhan'