They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I'll sit at the table When company comes. I, too, am America. This is a song for the genius child. Sing it softly, for the song is wild.
Nobody loves a genius child.
Nobody loves a genius child. Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe.