The Binch

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 reasons, 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--a thing that might work!
The Binch stole some U-planes 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!

by
SaxonDawg, September 13, 2001