• Look at the fireworks!
    Watch them burst!
    I'm watching from the inside, looking out,
    For I have lost my grandfather,
    The one who made fireworks fun.
    Now he's gone and six feet under,
    Lying there like the dead end of a Whistling Pete.
    Done its job and now laying still,
    Down in the ground,
    Lying under a plaque of stone.
    Never to rise again and touch a firework,
    Put on a great show for the whole neighborhood,
    He's dead and gone,
    March 25th is his anniversary,
    I won't be here,
    I'll be at his grave,
    Crying and making him one last firework.