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>The Ginch
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>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.
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>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!"
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>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,
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>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.
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>"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?"
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>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!
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>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.
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>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.
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>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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