There were the Sons of Liberty
Some were Revere, Adams, and Henry
They marched down to the brink of sea
Dressed as the first who came here to be.
They waded out in boats
As the moon above float
They carried 342 chests, I quote
Full of tea they would throw.
They didn’t waste time
And dumped to the last dime
But not all was fine
Because money was prime
Which they had wasted each dime.
Though, as luck goes by far
John Adams was kindly to pay for the small war
But there was a catch, one most ajar
Because the colonists could not get away from this char.
Soon after arrived the Intolerable Acts
And a tea party at sea came ‘round once again.