Every U
down in U-ville
liked U.S.
a lot,
But the Binch,
who lived Far East of U-ville,
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 U-ville,
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!
Written by:
Rob Suggs
Date:
September 13, 2001
(Thanks, Rob. Adults need your story too!)
