AMERICA!

A love child of freedom,

until the broken pots

and the dirty spots

held heaven no more.

AMERICA!

Wherefore art thou, America?

A little glue

And a lotta shine,

Then you'll be

my Valentine.

Poor ol' girl

With a heavy stare,

A stately mind

In that ragged

Tattered

Dresss you wear,

America.

A little glue

And a lotta shine,

Now don't you worry

My Valentine.

❤️
© Dirty Doves