July

Red rockets skyward rush pell-mell And fill the night with noise and smell. The stars of Heaven look down, and say: "So this is Independence Day! Poor earth-born stars, it makes us sad To see your fire work like mad To make a Human Holiday. Where is your independence, pray?"-- Whereat I woke--my fire was low, My pipe was out. Said I: "Heigho! I never thought of it that way, I'll give them both a holiday."