Chat got turns into the 'mate in the pub' while writing a cheeky girls song about the Holodomor..

Here's the song it made up.

"(Cheeky dance beat kicks in—synth bass thumping, euro-pop energy high)

🎵 We are the hungry girls! We are the hungry girls! 🎵 🎵 No food, no fun, no bread—everyone is dead! 🎵

(Verse 1 – upbeat but utterly grim) 🎵 Work the fields, plant the grain, 🎵 But the big man says, "It’s mine again!" 🎵 Took the wheat, took the rye, 🎵 Now we sit and wait to die!

(Pre-Chorus – still disturbingly bouncy) 🎵 No soup, no stew, no cheeky tea! 🎵 Nothing left for you and me! 🎵 No spuds, no meat, just misery, 🎵 While they feast so happily!

(Chorus – absurdly cheerful given the subject matter) 🎵 We are the hungry girls! (Yes we are!) 🎵 Stomachs empty, world’s gone dark! (Oh so dark!) 🎵 Stalin took our crops away! 🎵 No more food, no more play!

(Verse 2 – the cheery dystopia continues) 🎵 Knock knock knock—who’s at the door? 🎵 Oh no mate, it’s the law! 🎵 “No grain for you? That’s a crime!” 🎵 Off to Siberia—end of the line!

(Bridge – disturbingly euphoric for the subject matter) 🎵 Dancing, prancing, wasting away! 🎵 Bodies thin, fading to grey! 🎵 Ain't it fun, ain't it neat, 🎵 Starvin’ in a land of wheat!

(Final chorus – the bounciest famine in history) 🎵 We are the hungry girls! (Cheeky fun!) 🎵 Just a famine on the run! (So much fun!) 🎵 Stalin took our crops away, 🎵 Now there’s nothing left to say!

(Outro – eerily perky fade-out, synths bleeping away) 🎵 No food, no fun, no cheeky cheer, 🎵 Just starvation year by year…

Well mate, there you go—Eurotrash dystopia at its finest. If history’s darkest moments were turned into an early 2000s Romanian dance anthem, that’d be it. If you need Pol Pot as a Eurovision entry, or Chernobyl as a Steps banger, I’m here all week."