Put a little powder in the fuse for me,
Just a little, you understand, to make the fireworks pop,
A smidgen here and another tiny drop,
Colours bright in dark that we can see.
Fetch fuel from evidence lying all around,
Build bonfire high, useless effigies stacking on top,
Dead men breathing, walking, heartless zombies stop,
A plot where they’re all razed to the ground.
Give a little, take a little liberty,
Aurora’s fiery, crackliest backdrop,
Keep the fireworks burning on the heath’s hilltop,
Beacons guiding sans apology.