The Binch.
Every U down in Uville 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 Uville, 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 Uville'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 Uville 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!
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