Sandy, my wife the teacher, brought home a short story for me to read,
written in a "Dr Seuss" style.
We do not know who actually wrote it, but it definitely touched our hearts...



The Grinch Revisited   -    Dr Seuss responds......


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 my 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 they'd do something he likes 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 planes in the 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 Binched 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...

The Binch heard the most unpredictable thing.
He stared down at Uville, the tall and the small,
Were 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 that U-Pride and U-Hope.

For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than wealth of political powers,
It's more than our enemies ever could guess,
So may God bless America!  Bless us!  God bless!