by
Gabie
 e are sick of the kings' rules, Surely he must take us as fools. I will tell you what we will do, It involves a sea of blue, When they bring our taxed tea, We will dump it in the deep blue sea! We will rid our homes of red coats, We will take the kings portrait to see if it floats, We will tell the king that to be fair, He has to give freedom to colonists every ware. We will be sure he thinks of us not fools, We will one day make our own rules |
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