I didn’t know what culverts were
Or why they must be bombed,
Now this one’s guts were inside out
And the kesh above deformed.
The army hadn’t closed the road
But left an exclamation,
We went to school as usual though
Ignored their punctuation
We learned a rhyme of witches’ dance
And carved a corn flake mask,
Incantations for the holy souls
As a saracen droned past.
Remember, remember the fifth of November
Primary three, in chorus sang,
When we’re big, we’ll chant that too,
Gunpowder, treason and…Bang!