The Republic of Springlegs is a colossal, pleasant nation, notable for its compulsory military service, hatred of cheese, and suspicion of poets. The democratic population of 8.264 billion Springlegsians are known throughout the region for their efficiency and work ethic, as well as their general suspicion of leisure.

The minute government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 3.4%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but inefficient Springlegsian economy, worth 78.2 trillion dollars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, highly specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Woodchip Exports, and Trout Farming. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 9,463 dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.8 times as much as the poorest.

The national government has been dissolved by revolutionary insurgents, careless Maxémon Trainers have been the cause of numerous search and rescue operations, a major religion has been named as Springlegs's national religion, and nobody knows why the caged swan sings. Crime is a problem, probably because of the absence of a police force. Springlegs's national animal is the swan, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Springlegs is ranked 255,210^th in the world and 16^th in zoom vroom for Lowest Crime Rates, with 49.31 law-abiding acts per hour.