You’re A Grande Old Flag
Happy Flag Day. It’s a great day in America.
As bad as some things are . . . we live in freedom.
As bad as some individuals are . . . there are millions of wonderful people next door, across town, and throughout this great country.
We live in a great country where an out of work engineer, like Alfred Butts, could freely invent a game like Criss-Cross. We live in the kind of a place where an entrepreneur, like James Brunot, could turn Criss-Cross into Scrabble and develop it with Selchow & Righter. We live in a time when people have enough spare time to get hooked on games, to the point of addiction. We live in the Internet Age in which little American boys and girls can play scrabble online with little South African boys and girls; in which American adults can play scrabble on their cell phones with Australian adults. Ain’t life grand!
If it weren’t for our flag, that symbolizes the freedoms we’ve achieved, we could all still be playing checkers and chess and living in some gulag.
You’re a grand old flag,
You’re a high flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.
You’re the emblem of
The land I love.
The home of the free and the brave.
Ev’ry heart beats true
‘neath the Red, White and Blue,
Where there’s never a boast or brag.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.