I rise and applaud, in the patriot manner, <br />Whenever (as often) I hear <br />The palpitanat strains of "The Star Spangled Banner,"-- <br />I shout and cheer. <br /> <br />And also, to show my unbound devotion, <br />I jump to my feet with a "Whee!" <br />Whenever "Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean" <br />Is played near me. <br /> <br />My fervour's so hot and my ardour so searing-- <br />I'm hoarse for a couple of days-- <br />You've heard me, I'm positive, joyously cheering <br />"The Marsailles" <br /> <br />I holler for "Dixie." I go off my noodle, <br />I whistle, I pound, and I stamp <br />Whenever an orchestra plays "Yankee Doodle," <br />Or "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp." <br /> <br />But if you would enter my confidence, reader, <br />Know that I'd go clean off my dome, <br />And madly embrace any orchestra leader <br />For "Home, Sweet Home."<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-in-a-far-country/
