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If Dr. Seuss Could Say Something About All of This

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 no one 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.

Old Glory

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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