At the end of the night, fireworks in the sky,
and loud noises far away from the dogs inside,
the dogs who still bark in fright,
whilst we stand and stare outside,
while they are inside and mildly terrified,
yes, oh, it is a conflicting emotion,
the tradition that we inflict upon them,
and the fireworks oh, what a beautiful sight,
glorious fireworks of many colours,
as loud explosions rattle the sky,
and the dogs inside, they bark in fright,
and some of us scream in delight,
and there is pleasure and pain,
and gladly for the dogs it is a short-lived thing,
and at the end we go back to the calmness,
and the warmth inside,
to make sure they the dogs are alright,
at the end of the night.