Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five

[Wonder Why]

2. Boy, did you get it wrong. While I had some trouble remembering the words, it went more like this:

Donald Trump's Flight

I said to my friend, “If the Russians march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a bat aloft in the belfry-arch
Of the Church-tower, as I don't go there except to sell bibles

One Bible for $60, and two gets you three;
And I on the opposite shore as safe as I can be,
Ready to claim bone spurs if there is an alarm
Through every law firm and court,
For the country-folk to be up and to arm.”

Meanwhile General Lee called me fellow
And to me he did bellow
That I was the greatest president
Better than Lincoln and better than Clark Kent

You know the rest. In the books you have read,
How the Police fired and fled,—
How the innocent insurectionists had a great ball,
From behind each congressional hall,
Chasing Mike Pence down the lane,
Then crossing the hall to hit cops again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

And it was so beautiful to see
As we committed crimes to near victory
The insurrectionists on the front line
While I in my limo was doing just fine