Glory!

Another milestone gained and passed,
   Another "rakkud" broken,
And this year's deaths exceed the last,
   Which is a hopeful token.

America can ne'er look back;. . . .
   She is the land progressive
She keeps along the onward track
   With "vim" and pep excessive.

For they who meet and meekly sing,
   To mark a celebration,
Such trifles as "God Save the King"
   Make no real "he-man" nation.

The U.S.A., from south to north,
   Recounts the splendid story,
For it sure is one Glorious Fourth,
   When hundreds go to glory.