"Hey, Connor!" George Washington yelled to his assassin companion, "Do you have any favorite things?"
"What do you mean by 'things'?"
"Just... Anything you like, I guess."
Connor thought for a bit.
"Ahem..."
"Bullets in Templars, and fangs on a wolf,"
"Bright iron swords and warm leather boots,"
"New pouches that let me carry more rope darts,"
"Those are some stuff that I like with my heart." Connor said, as George simply stood there, dumbstruck.
"Brown colored horses and new pistols too,"
"Knives and blades with cows that moo,"
"Me, jumping off rooftops with an eagle on my hood,"
"All of these things, I just remember, all of them to set my mood." George sighed, and left him off to his antics. Soldiers gathered around to listen.
"Aveline in a white dress with red satin sashes,"
"Times when I win, when a damn templar clashes."
"Sizzling hot summers turning to cold winters."
"All of these things, make me feel better."
Connor, with a long pause, resumed, as soldiers began to sing along.
"When I get cuts, or a bite from a mutt,"
"When I feel sad, I remember these things..." They chorused,
"All of these don't feel so bad."
The song lasted until Washington became a party pooper and ruined their fun. Not like that that would stop them anyway.
Author's Note:
Okay, first off, i'm sorry. Please don't murder me with pitchforks and torches.
Second, I got inspired after playing the actual song on the piano.
I have no regrets.