Remember, remember
The fifth of November
When gunpowder smoke
fills the air
What a quaintly
British affair
Gathering with friends
and family
And oohing and aahing
with glee
The heat from the fire
is hellish
As Hotdogs are eaten
with relish
But as another hot
chocolate you drink
If you took just a
moment to think
Ask how such
traditions thrive?
As you symbolically
burn a man alive
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