Every U down in Uville likes 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, 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 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 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 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 the 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!