Thoughts in a Far Country by Franklin P. Adams

I rise and applaud, in the patriot manner, / Whenever (as often) I hear / The palpitant strains of "The Star Spangled Banner," -- / I shout and cheer.

And also, to show my unbounded devotion, / I jump to me feet with a "Whee!"

Whenever "Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean"

Is played near me.

My fervour's so hot and my ardour so searing -- / I'm hoarse for a couple of days -- / You've heard me, I'm positive, joyously cheering / "The Marseillaise."

I holler for "Dixie. " I go off my noodle, / I whistle, I pound, and I stamp / Whenever an orchestra plays "Yankee Doodle,"

Or "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp."

But if you would enter my confidence, Reader, / Know that I'd go clean off my dome, / And madly embrace any orchestra leader / For "Home, Sweet Home. "