When we dance with a fine partner, fire,
The most lovely of events transpire.
Flames lick the sky,
a few wonder why,
But all hearts are freed of desire.

You may forget you exist
When the urge to burn - you cease to resist.
Such dance can only enthrall,
screaming Fire, more fire for all!
To whichever God you are thrall
Pray we don't run out of Pekasol!