People do not celebrate
July the 4th abroad.
There aren’t fireworks with which
Observers may be awed.
It’s just another day
Without the red, the white, the blue;
And more than likely, there won’t be
A family barbecue.
For other countries do not know,
Nor would they really care,
That on this date the stars and stripes
All flutter in the air.
But if to foreign shores we’re led
The only Sousa cymbals
Will be those inside our head.