\nLand where our fathers died!
Land of the Pilgrims’ pride!
In what I am realizing was overdetermined for a “Favored Quarter” suburb, at the turn of the 90s we had a second-grade classroom aide who mostly taught and led us in patriotic songs, so if we ever get to the “prison camps” stage I know some real morale-killing shit to lead singalongs of until they storm my cell and subdue me
She’s a grand old flag!
She’s a high-flying flag!
And forever in peace may she wave!
She’s the emblem of
The land we love
The home of the true
And the brave
Every heart beats true!
To the red, white, and blue!
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