Thee Nocturnal Ryde of Pall Revere
Pall Revere was renouned four his audacious mid-knight Ryde,
End alsow fore his silversmithin', inn witch he took grate pried!
Butt he is most famed four ridin' like a bat outta ewe no where,
Two alert Hancock, Adams, et al, fore there lives two spare!
Two lanterns inn a church belfry signaled en a-salt bye see;
(Pall gnu thee Brits were cummin as soon as they'd sipped there tee!)
On a borrowed hoarse he flu thru thee nite, thee patriots too summon,
Yellin' two ever'won, "Thee Brits ar cummin! Thee Brits ar cummin!"
Pore Pall was later captured end his hoarse was confiscated two boot,
Butt thee Brits released him two thumb it back too Lexington afoot!
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2020
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