So step one, son,
Take the rocket from the tin
At the bottom of the garden,
Find a spot, wedge it in.
Step two’s great:
Find the fuse and pull it tight
Take a matchstick from the box
Strike it once, to light
Step three, Dad?
Light the fuse and watch it spark
Then retreat back down the garden
To the people in the dark
Step four: wait
For the rocket to ignite
With a single flash of sulphur
Watch it shoot into the night...
Step five, see
Where the sky is high and clear
See the trail the rocket blazes
Where the stars appear
Step six, wow:
As the colours fill the sky!
And the hope and expectation
Are so wonderfully high,
And the beauty of beginnings
Fills the splendour of the night
With the fallen stars descending
In their envelope of light
Step seven, Son
And there’s something in the air
And the moment of our wonder
Is a memory to share,
Just a little fleeting second
When the air was crisp and clear
And a host of other voices
Wished us Happy New Year
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