I got this in my email:
> Dr. Seuss strikes back--
>
> 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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