American

We started with a bell
Swung so strong
That Liberty cracked.

Then,
Out of many,
We captured one eagle,
Shoved a scroll down its throat,
Armed it with arrows,
And offered it an olive branch.

Next,
We wanted him first,
Pointing a stern finger
Across a family party
At our patriot Uncle.

Later,
We took your tempest-tossed
French mistress
In broken chains
And harbored her
With book and beacon
To tempt a tired, poor clientele.

Now,
We fly a new flag:
Squared
Yellow
Processed
Cheese.