I’ll shepherd him to falungong until he reads the nine comments on GCD,
till he withdraws from the communism.
Trust me,
I’ll train him until falun is all over his body, in my mighty, to call me master
A dog may bite me,
Fear is my nature.
Unload thy burden from your shoulder,
Oh, do not sigh, and
Not strike him in anger!
Training him is my feat.
I will train him well, I promise you, to call me master.