I think my country needs my vote,
I know it doesn’t need my throat,
My lungs and larynx, too;
And so I sit at home at night
And teach my children what is right
And wise for them to do;
And when I’m on the job by day
I do my best to earn my pay.
Though arguments may rage and roar;
I grease the hinges on my door
And paint the porches blue;
I love this splendid land of ours,
And so I plant the seeds and flowers
And watch them bursting through.
I never stand upon a box
To say we’re headed for the rocks.
My notion of a patriot
Is one who guards his little cot,
And keeps it up to date;
Who pays his taxes when they’re due,
And pays his bills for groc’ries, too,
And dresses well his mate;
He keeps his children warmly clad
And lets them know they have a dad.
The nation’s safe as long as men
Get to their work and back again
Each day with cheerful smile;
So long as there are fathers who
Rejoice in what they have to do
And find their homes worth while,
The Stars and Stripes will wave on high
And liberty will never die.
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