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!