Paul Revere

Many years ago,
on a starry, starry night,
a stranger came to Lexington,
with eyes like diamonds bright.

He jumped on his horse
and began to ride,
up and down the street yelling
for everyone to hide.

There was going to be an attack
on that poor little city.
Nothing was left behind,
not even a kitty.

But this stranger wasn’t a stranger at all,
for it was Paul Revere,
a local black smith,
a friend so dear.

He saved everyone that night,
riding up and down the street,
yelling “The British are coming, the British are coming!”
For he is o’ so sweet.

Many years ago,
on a starry, starry night,
a stranger came to Lexington,
with eyes like diamonds bright.