Then proclaimed the Reverend Tee de Little Wit Blatherskite—who seemed to have naturally become the Master of Ceremonies—“Brethren, let us sing:
“My Country, ’tis of Thee,
Sweet land of Liberty,
Of Thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrim’s pride,
From every mountain side,
Let Freedom ring.
“My native country! Thee,
Land of the noble Free,