Light candles and oil lamps, switch on your colourful lights!
chase away the gloom of a dark-dark night.
Fire away the crackers and rejoice and mourn,
for lives that are beginning and for ones that are gone.
Look to the sky and watch and wait,
for a miracle, a sign, of the figure eight.
The loops on it are but constancy,
of a reminder of kings and paupers we’re all meant to be.