O sing a song of reproduction Accomplished by electrical induction As workers’ hands insert the paper Deep into the magic vapor Chanting without a fuss or stink, “Yo, **, ** and a bottle of ink!” Ions charge the chemical toner Unless there’s none, ‘cause it’s all goner Or even worse – if there’s a jam And then the worker yells out (“Goodness!”) But with a wrench and a mighty shout Like that ol’ Czar, the jam is OUT The Committee decrees a Print Command This is their red-star’red demand And out comes the paper, newly free Fresh from a cartridge in a… (There! See?) By Good Comrade Worker, Ivan-on-the-Spot Alas, the message is for him to be…