 We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down, so we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round. We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind, and when we touched the powder off the gator, lost his mind. We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin', there wasn't as many as there was a while ago. We fired once more and they began to runnin', on down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.