I shall therefore conclude with a proposal that your watchmen be instructed,
as they go on their rounds, to call out every night, half-past twelve,
“Beware of the East India Company.”

The cold night of December saw Indians abroad
      with white features.
The Masons did not meet that night, they were:
      “Involved with tea.”
Leaning upon the dark, cloaked in feathers
      and deerskins.
The rumblings of war distant troubled the hearts
      of the sleeping.
Lady Liberty’s sons petitioned her cause, making
      a saltwater brew.
“Hutchinson made us do it,” they explained, wiping the leaves
      from their feet.
When in the course of human events, a strong voice is heard,
      to rouse even the weak,
keep your Chinese potions, East India,
      we prefer Arabica.