What a mess!

[Drew]

Just thought I'd share this FWIW.

Drew

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 just 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!