>>16981255Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the bartends last calling?
Whose broad walls and bright squares, thru the perilous fight,
O'er the counter we watched, were so gallantly grilling?
And the crack pipe's red glare, the food bursting with hair,
Gave proof through the night that a fag was still there.
O say, does that lit yellow square sign yet shine
O'er the land of the drunk and the home of the fat?
