THE EAGLE SCREAMS

We have arrived! America is First! Here Freedom cradled; here its pæan burst Upon the ears of nations, near and far Till Light of Freedom is the Guiding Star Thruout the world; though Thraldom still obscures The Guiding Star where Tyranny endures. 'Twas ever thus till Boston's "Reb" array Upset King George's teapot in the Bay, And Pegasus, whom we Revere, astride His high-bred hobby, warned the countryside. Before that time the Briton played the game Of pour la tea or Golf (its proper name). With confidence and brassie nerve, methinks, Until they struck a Bunker on our links That thwarted all their prowess—'pon my soul! And left them groggy at the nineteenth hole. But still they puttered 'round and drank our rum Till Washington's avenging time had come; When, with his army, steeled at Valley Forge, He, George the First, uncrowned the other George, And all the "red-breasts," from our eyries shooed Where now the Bird of Freedom guards his brood.