Author Unknown ...
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 Uville, 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 belive it-they started to sing! He stared
down at Uville, not trusting his eyes. What he saw was shocking,
disgusting surprise! Every U down in Uville, the tall and the small,
was singing! Without any towers at all! He HADN'T stopped Uville
from singing! It sung! For deep down 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 the 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! |
