I am a troubled teen. My mother thought it best
to send me to the colonies so i saild to the west.
My uncle is a colonel over Brittish fighing men.
(You'll know this other famous guy, last name, Franklin; first name, Ben).
I came from Brittain and so I thought these soldiers had my back.
As war waged on I realized my ideas were out of whack.
These soldiers were determined not to give up without a fight.
Ben tried to play the peacemaker but, alas, the dust he did bite.
I joined with Benedict Arnold to find George Washington.
When we arrived in Florida, his hanging had been done.
However, in a twist of fate my father we did find in a jail cell where we thought George was.
It nearly blew my mind.
George was not there, he had been killed.
The only thing to do, was use a cannon as a ram
to make a doorway through.
We fled to Lousianna. The Yankees fought the Brits.
It did not end well for the Yanks.
They got beaten to tiny bits.