The Binch

[Rachel Bray]

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!  



Rachel Bray
The Ohio State University
Fees, Deposits and Disbursements

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!