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.