13 bars and 50 stars
Old glory is my name
I'm over 200 yr old.
But yet I fly above the rest of them.
I do not run when I'm shot at.
And I do not back down from none.
Red white and blue are my colors.
I go to school and to war.
I fly high on buildings top.
13 bars and 50 stars
How can anyone not like me?
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