Beach residents of a different ilk
The council once tried to milk
To fill their coffers, and fill their bag
In protest the residents, hoisted the American flag

The council now, were somewhat irate
As the beach was now, an American state
The beach party revolted, against their persecution
In 1822, began their American revolution

The floundered galleons, were now upside down
Forming a part, of the America Ground
As the flag flew high, the banners' star spangle
It's shadow now cast, over the Trinity Triangle

by Jemia