Show the flag and let it waveAs a symbol of the braveLet it float upon the breezeAs a sign for each who seesThat beneath it, where it ridesLoyalty to-day abidesShow the flag and signifyThat it wasn't born to dieLet its colors speak for youThat you still are standing trueTrue in sight of God and manTo the work that flag beganShow the flag that all may seeThat you serve humanityLet it whisper to the breezeThat comes singing through the treesThat whatever storms descendYou'll be faithful to the endShow the flag and let it flyCheering every passer-byMen that may have stepped asideMay have lost their old-time prideMay behold it there, and thenConsecrate themselves againShow the flag! The day is goneWhen men blindly hurry onServing only gods of goldNow the spirit that was coldWarms again to courage fineShow the flag and fall in line! С этим стихотворением сын выступал на московском арт-фестивале EF, занял первое место. Учился тогда в 4 классе. Дарю идею: выступал в костюме, делали ему килт и обыгрывали это все, как съемки исторического фильма.