Now I'm an old school kinda guy

Who's fond of steel and wood

But plastic is the thing today

And that's all well and good

But somehow it ain't got the class

Of a fabled gun of old

One that can poke you in the ass

With steel that's sharp and cold

A gun that makes you pick your shots

Just five rounds in the mag

But five rounds that are really hot

Fired under many flags

Built up near the dang North Pole

Built to last and serve

You poke your head up from that hole

If you have the nerve

But let me warn you if you do

It might be your last time

Cause I got me a Mosin here

And it works just fine

Ode to the 3 Line Rifle

Nostrovya!