All kids are much like the Phoenix
They learn by burning their fingers
One way or another
Which upsets their mother
It is part of the rite of growing up
Playing with fire I remember well
That urge to make something flare up
On open fire somewhere
And with such little care
Then crying our with pain and won't shut up
Guy Fawkes day such a tempting night
When November 5th flames abound
Cracklers spark and rockets fly
High in the darkening sky
Dogs are scared they will keep their barking up
Mind you dogs like to lie by a fire
Has the best place 'til cat come in
Insists taking pride of place
Singes fur pushed out of room
She miaows at door and will not give up
