by Alfred F. Jones » Fri Nov 25, 2011 4:26 pm
America chuckled at Morocco's response, then he peered over at Denmark. "Oh, hey dude!! Anyways, I gotta tell you that the spike-Britain's-tea thing worked out perfectly!" he said, excited yet hushed. He noticed how Denmark was probably more than a little drunk and smirked, holding back a laugh. He stood out of the doorway, to allow entrance to his two new visitors. "Well you two lovebirds can come on in, and I promise you aren't interrupting anything; if anything, I'd think you got here just in the nick of time," he said. He knew Britain would soon discover the alcohol in the tea, and he would not be happy about it...
★O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
★O beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern impassion'd stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America! God mend thine ev'ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
★O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev'ry gain divine!
★O Beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!