Spain is sounding,
pounding.
Fireworks attacking,
cracking.
Sounds all around
drums that pound.
Everywhere noise,
from girls and boys.
Mums and dads
are just as bad.
It's noise, It's here
it brings good cheer.
They walk
and talk
and shout aloud,
to be heard above the crowd.
A song is sung.
the bells are rung.
Fiestas here,
it numbs the ear.
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