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Pyro At Play
Spring through the summer night,
Right at the sailors delight,
placed up right on the foamed green and blue,
filled halfway by yesterdays slew,
Slouched over a dry hill in the sight of day,
Is a young boy, a pyro at play,
Rising black smoke, the neighbors did choke,
And ran to their buckets, to save the houses not burnt and broke,
Scolded was he, by the neighbors you see,
That shipped him out to sea, alone to be,
Handed and read the books of the fires of the dead,
On a boat of the bucket partly aloft,
The waves grow high, filling, ...