Tea Party

Tea Party

In jolly England, the king sat
Upon his head, the royal hat
When anger filled him to the top
The man, so large, he had to pop

"Just tax the people, tax them well,"
He yelled, casting an eerie spell
"Those men in Boston, they shall weep
When my new tax begins to creep."

Those men in Boston did not cry
For what they b'lieved*, it did defy
What ol' George said, they did declare
And cry out to the frosty air:

"King George, you've done it. Hip-Hooray!
You've angered us with no delay.
You've taxed our paper, taxed our books
You've taxed our tea, now have a look!

We'll put an end to our disgrace
And also put you in your place
With drastic measures and good vibe
We'll dress as a fierce Mohawk tribe!"

The colonists, they were quite smart
They knew just how to take apart
The taxes laid upon their stuff
They had a plan, they'd had enough

One icy day, they acted quick
To execute their wayward trick
A bunch of men with painted face
Went to the Beaver, wrecked the place

Dumped all the tea off of the boat
And ran away, no time to gloat
King George got angry, he found out
Closed the harbor without a doubt

A price to pay, the people did
For flipping over George's lid
A step toward freedom, we were near
The haze was gone, the skies were clear