Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.
TO ARMS! TO ARMS! To Spades and Hoes?
Bury all of your guns, before the King knows!
Imagine the Redcoats, filled with delight
Not one armed colonist stood ready to fight.
Lexington and Concord were burned to the ground.
Crackling flames, the only heard sound.
More taxes were levied, more rights denied;
For the lack of Arms, patriots died.
So listen my children and you SHALL hear
No country was born, only suffering and fear.
So.....if tyranny you want then bury and pray.
For the speedy arrival of that brighter day.
But if liberty you love and you yearn to be free,
Then live by this motto: DON'T TREAD ON ME.
Alledgedly written by a pi$$ed off Mississippi Patriot sitting in his kitchen at 3a.m. in 1994.