A little girl puts a flower on Alexander Hamilton's grave but she hears creepy yet beautiful guitar music.
It was a woman with long black hair that covers her eyes
"What are you doing?"
"I was writing a song about a man who got shot and died"
A little girl gasped "Can you sing"
"What no it's terrible!"
"Come on do it do it do it!"
"Okay fine!"
A woman cleared her throat and began to sing in her soft yet creepy tone
~Poor Alexander murdered by a traitor Burr was a big fat meanie~
A little girl began to play a guitar
~He was shot by a murderer a no good lying murderer~
Tears streaming through a woman's pale cheeks.
~I know it hurts to see him die but he loves you why~
A little girl played a cheerful tune on a guitar.
A little girl joined in ~Poor Alexander murdered by a traitor Burr is a big fat meanie he was shot by a murderer a no good lying murderer~
~La da da da da da da~
The End