The Binch
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
businesses” 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
Uville, the tall and the small,
Would stand all
united, each U and each S,
And they’d sing
Uvilles 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
Uville, not trusting his eyes.
What he saw was a
shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in
Uville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without
any towers at all!
He hadn’t stopped
Uville from singing! It Sung!
For deep down 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 site
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.
Its more than our
enemies ever could guess,
So may God bless
America! Bless us! God bless!
By: Robert Suggs
