Twas the week before New Year’s, and throughout Beijing

People wondered what 2007 would bring

 

Would there be a return of the NCTA?

The economy boomed when they came to stay

 

They spent dollars! And credit! They spent RMB

They packed up great big bags- it was something to see!

 

Some said they were all teachers, but others weren’t sure

Were they here to study, or was it a shopping tour?

 

When all of the sudden, in Tiananmen Square

A man in fatigues appeared out of thin air

 

He looked at the huge crowd, said a cautious “ni hao”

We knew in a moment it must be Santa Mao

 

The man looked confused, and he said with concern

What’s going on here?  There is money to burn!

 

The old China was poor, in sad destitution

 A result of my Cultural Revolution

 

His face, it grew angry, and he pounded his fist

This China’s gone crazy! It’s now capitalist!

 

And there are tourists here, every place that I go

 I’d better relax, have a cold glass of pijou.

 

The next thing you’ll tell me is we built the grea dam

And that dragon boats cruise the Yangtze where I swam!

 

Oh well, said Santa Mao, overcoming his fears

Things do change when you’ve been dead for near 30 years

 

Go see Shanghai! And Zhouzhuang! And on to Chongquing!

 To Emeishan!  To Kanding! Chengdu and Beijing!

 

China has a new leader, his name’s  Badda Bing

Of the great new dynasty that we call Cha-Ching!

 

And I heard him exclaim, as he vanished just then

Mimi, Ryan and Nan, can we do it again?

A  SNORING BUDDHA  PRODUCTION