A piece of cloth that flaps overhead
Small enough to fit in your hand, large enough to cover the dead
Call it “Old Glory” or ‘The Stars and Stripes”
or even “The Grand Old Flag”
It flies high; it flies strong and shall never sag
Red, White, and Blue
Three simple colors this is true
But they are colors that imbue
“I Pledge Allegiance to the Flag…”
This is a pledge that everyday is renewed
This is my country, this is my flag
Thank you
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