“I pledge allegiance to the flag,”
I heard my father say,
And saw how proudly he beheld
Our colors on that day.
It was the “Fourth,” firecrackers popped,
Bands played and clowns made noise,
A fun, exciting kind of day
For little girls and boys.
Then everybody was so still,
Old Glory marched on by.
I know I saw a tear of pride
Shine in my father’s eye.
And then he smiled and said to me,
“My boy, of all you do,
Don’t once forget this glorious sight,
Our own red, white and blue.

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