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11 But the Dad of Harry had bequeathed him one last present,
12 Which was mailed to him in aRio,
13 Being the last cassette of the father,
14 And so gave Harry the final thoughts of an old fool,
15 Looking into the face of death,
16 Near the end of the twentieth century,
17 Which made Harry laugh pretty loudly and uproariously,
18 And is why he sought to share them with all Harriers everywhere.

1 The Words of the Dad of Harry, uttered in the home to which he was committed in the depths of his senility:
2 There was, I remember, a dream called America,
3 Where some ancient men wearing funny hats believed in an idea called liberty,
4 And tried to turn that idea into reality,
5 Which seemed to be working,
6 The way I remember it,
7 For quite a while,
8 Until somebody discovered that it really wasn't,
9 For some reason,
10 And that everything ever done in America was wrong,
11 For some reason,
12 bAnd the dream started to go away.

1 Now I have become an old man,
2 And my memory can't be trusted,
3 cOr why would my sons have put me here,
4 And stopped visiting me,
5 And stopped caring about me,
6 At all?
7 It must be that the way I remember things is all wrong,
8 Because I was never smart enough to hate America,
9 Or even the human race,
10 Because most of what I thought I knew about the human race I learned in America,
11 From Americans,
12 dExcept for the war,
13 eWhere I learned something about Japs,
14 Who I hated,
15 Because they were the enemy,
16 Although later on I kind of stopped hating them,
17 Because I knew some other Japs,
18 In America,
19 Which these other Japs loved too,
20 In spite of everything,
21 Just like me.

1 Of course, I never say anything right,
2 As my sons used to tell me,
3 And even when I'm trying to be nice,
4 And truthful,
5 fEveryone tells me I sound like a racist,
6 Which I don't see,
7 But that's understandable, I suppose,
8 Because I'm an American,
9 And everything I thought I knew must be lies,