> Dr. Suess
>
>  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!