One Bonfire Night

One night, I remember;
the 5th of November
a rocket ship came from the sky.

 

From up in the twilight
and it had a pilot;
a strange little alien guy.

 

He'd seen, far below,
all our bonfires glow
and the fireworks of Guy Fawkes night.

 

And he said, "What I saw
I mistook for a war.
I thought it was a firework fight".

 

I told him, "Do not fear.
It's just the time of year
when, with fireworks, we celebrate".

 

Then I gave him an offering
of cinder toffee and
he said that it tasted great.

 

Then my alien friend
and I, that night, did spend
gazing up at the fireworks, bright.

 

But then he waved goodbye
saying, "Home, I must fly
but I'll be back next Bonfire night".