FW: This is really nice!

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From: "Heard, Anne" <Anne_Heard@RyderScott.com<@ENRON [mailto:IMCEANOTES-+22Heard+2C+20Anne+22+20+3CAnne+5FHeard+40RyderScott+2Ecom+3E+40ENRON@ENRON.com]
Sent: Friday, September 21, 2001 11:09 AM
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Subject: FW: This is really nice!

Some of you may have already gotten this, so I apologize for cluttering your e-mail box, just thought it was too good not to send.

Anne

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From: Julia Lemon [mailto:Julia_Lemon@Calgary.RyderScott.com]
Sent: Friday, September 21, 2001 10:04 AM
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Subject: FW: This is really nice!
< We've seen many emails regarding the tragedies of last week. If you're a
< Dr. Seuss fan, this one is done quite well.
<
< The Binch
<
< Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,
< But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
< The Binch hated U.S! the whole U.S. way!
< Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say,
< It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.
< Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
< But I think that the most likely reason of all
< May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
<
< But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
< He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
< "They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch.
< "They're raising their families! They're going to church!
< They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
< I MUST keep the S's and U's from surviving!"
<
< Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's,
< Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses,
< They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
< And abide by their U and S values and rules,
<
< And then they'd do something he liked least of all,
< Every U down in Uville, the tall and the small,
< Would stand all united, each U and each S,
< And they'd sing Uville's anthem, "God bless us! God bless!"
< All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,
< and their voices would drown every sound in the land.
<
< "I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
< And he had an idea--an idea that might work!
< The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
< And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.
< "They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
< "And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"
<
< The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
< All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,
< Instead he heard something that started quite low,
< And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow--
< And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing...
< And he couldn't believe it--they started to sing!
<
< He stared down at Uville, not trusting his eyes,
< What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
< Every U down in Uville, the tall and the small,
< Was singing! Without any towers at all!
< He HADN'T stopped Uville from singing! It sung!
< For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
< Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
< And you can't smash the towers we hold deep inside.
<
< So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
< With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
< And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,
< For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.
<
< For America means a bit more than tall towers,
< It means more than wealth or political powers,
< It's more than our enemies ever could guess,
< So may God bless America! Bless us! God bless!
<
< --
<
< "The service you do for others is the rent you pay for the time you
< spend on earth."
<
<