Remember remember the fifth of November.
It was gone in a flash
In bundles of *******.
Was not a celebration of Beethoven's fifth.
It was a night of celebration.
Celebrating that parliament survived.
A night of a million effigy's burning country wide.
Guy Fawkes burned annually.
Merry England.
Always full of tradition.
The night the air tastes of smoke.
(C) Livvi