ODE TO MR. AMERICA

It seems all is lost, the ring is full of despair,
When "Real American" begins to pulse through the air.
You strut down the aisle, so noble and perky,
You sport a dashing sanchez, and skin of jerky.
Thine pecks rival the craftsmanship of Mt. Rushmore,
Yes, it's you, Mr. America, who's come through the door.
Born to defend American prosperity and fun,
And also the savior of those with two legs, minus one.
You shake a finger at any evil that threatens us,
And defeated a lie-detector in the face of prejudice.
With the grace of an eagle you swoop 'round the ring,
Twenty-four-inch patriots deliver a mighty sting.
Raise your arms up, your strength cannot miss!
And a big "boot up", in the face of injustice.
He's America's only hope-- there is no other,
Mr. America reigns: "From sea to shining sea, brother!"