Uncle Sam

O UR Sister States with one accord unite upon the scale
      Of justice, which their goddess holds triumphant
     through the gale,
And in a mathematic form, equations may disclose:
Locations of "dirigibles," the undercurrent foes.

Our Uncle Sam though strangely clad, as seen by you and me,
Is tall enough to take a look way off across the sea,
And while his hand is very large, his heart's not very small,
He gladly sends his leaves along to those who hungering call.

The Sister States repose beneath the Emblems which were made
For Uncle Sam, in fact to-day are in the same arrayed;
The Trade Mark is the Banner Goods, with eight-and-forty
     lights
And many people call them Stars, on very heavy nights,

Each thread that through his garment runs is woven in a
     State,
Therefore he had to he quite tall, as we observe of late;
And while his picture seems grotesque, and unkempt is his
     hair,
Opticians give certificates of vision more than fair;

He reaches some six thousand* miles from East to West, they
     say,
And that is something of a step, and still he loves the way,
Because, wherever he may stop is served a chicken pie
Exactly as our mothers made, now Sister States may try;

Upon the North a chain is found, of lakes, of deep renown
And greater in proportion far than History can crown

     *This includes Alaska.
Among the Archives of the world--hence naturally our pride,
While now our cousins hem the shore along the other side.

Then Uncle Sam attention calls, down to a Southern dime,
Where great Old Gulf of Mexico has washed its "caps" in brine,
While in this latitude the fruits in sweet profusion grow
And Indian River oranges their luscious Gifts bestow.

So when we look upon the States, a "unit" as they are
And in the flag of Uncle Sam each has a growing star
we may not wonder at his beam, with Constitution fine
Because his "menu" is quite right and will be all the time.