I received this e-mail from a co-worker today and thought that I'd share it with you all.
Subject: Dr. Suess at his best

> > > > > >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!

Peace.