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Artystyc3_at_TeacherArtExchange
Date: Fri Sep 21 2001 - 19:04:30 PDT


In a message dated 9/19/1 6:39:47 PM, dunham1@mindspring.com writes:

<< 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!

>>

attached mail follows:


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!

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