YES

YAAAS ITS BOOTIFUL

Oh, say can you get mad by the dawn’s early kids What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the angry kids, O’er the ramparts we watched were so angerly streaming? And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our kid was still there. Oh, say does that kiddo yet wave O’er the land of the angry and the home of the kids?