On The Village Outer fringes

Lives the legend Rocketman

If it burns, explodes or singes

Pyrotechnically, he’s your man

His potting shed’s a bomb store 

He goes there when he chooses

To stack the shelves and fill the floor

with gunpowder and fuses

 

He plans every Guy Fawkes night

By astrophysics and geography 

Filling the sky with sound and light

And aerial choreography 

His fireworks can be seen from space

And heard across the border

This is neither the time nor place

For a noise abatement order

 

As we gather on the Field of Fire

In scenes apocalyptic 

With rockets soaring ever higher 

Into the smoke so dark and thick

It’s that time when we remember

The purpose of our mission

The magical fifth of November 

Detonation and Ignition