El Himno Nacional

Jose, can you see?
Big Juan's footprints at night?
As we quietly sneak
Towards the land of our dreaming

Whose clean streets and green lawns
Are all things that we like
'Cross the river we crept
All the while still complaining

Though our pockets are bare
We turn up everywhere
And when we arrive
We demand all your care

Jose, does that star-spangled banner still wave
O'er the land that we all hate?
But whose riches we crave

Fitz