Every U down in U-ville liked U.S. a lot,
But the
Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
The
Binch hated U.S! the whole U.S. way!
Now don't ask me
why, for nobody can say,
It could be his turban was
screwed on too tight.
Or the sun from the desert had
beaten too bright
But I think that the most likely
reason of all
May have been that his heart was two
sizes too small.
But, Whatever the reason, his
heart or his turban,
He stood facing U-ville, the
part
that was urban.
"They're doing their business," he
snarled from his perch.
"They're raising their
families! They're going to church!
They're leading
the world, and their empire is thriving,
I MUST keep
the S's and U's from surviving!"
Tomorrow, he
knew, all the U's and the S's,
Would put on their
pants and their shirts and their dresses,
They'd go
to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And abide
by their U and S values and rules,
And then they'd
do something he liked least of all,
Every U down in
U-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand all
united, each U and each S,
And they'd sing U-ville's
anthem, "God bless us! God bless!"
All around their
Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,
and their voices
would drown every sound in the land.
"I must stop
that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an
idea--an idea that might work!
The Binch stole some U
airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right
into the U-ville Twin Towers.
"They'll wake to
disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
"And how can they
sing when they can't find a tower?"
The Binch
cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
All
set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,
Instead he
heard something that started quite low,
And it built
up quite slow, but it started to grow--
And the Binch
heard the most unpredictable thing...
And he couldn't
believe it--they started to sing!
He stared down
at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a
shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in
U-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without
any towers at all!
He HADN'T stopped U-Ville from
singing! It sung!
For down deep in the hearts of the
old and the young,
Those Twin Towers were standing,
called Hope and called Pride,
And you can't smash the
towers we hold deep inside.
So we circle the sites
where our heroes did fall,
With a hand in each hand
of the tall and the small,
And we mourn for our
losses while knowing we'll cope,
For we still have
inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.
For America means
a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than
wealth or political powers,
It's more than our
enemies ever could guess,
So may God bless America!
Bless us! God bless!