The (Ballad)(Story)(Epic) of Piccolo Pete

July 4 dawns bright and warm,
The summer air is sweet.
The perfect time for one of life's exquisite pleasures,
Lighting up your first Piccolo Pete.

The neighbor's babies are still sleeping,
It's peaceful and quiet on our street,
Until a sinister figure comes creeping,
And with malice aforethought, sparks up a Piccolo Pete.

There are some sounds decent people should not have to hear,
Like bagpipes, taxi horns and cats in heat.
But these are like angels' harps
Compared to the siren of a Piccolo Pete.

He's rated safe and sane,
But he'll really drive you insane,
When he whistles and squeaks and hisses and shrieks.
Truly a bane.But before you decide Pete's just a pain,

Remember he's here to remind us
Of the days before Valley Forge,
When Jefferson, Franklin and Hancock
Screamed in the ear of King George.

When darkness falls on this 4th of July,
Our gazes turn to the sky.
The rockets red glare and the bombs bursting in air,
Delight an appreciative eye.

The cascading grand finale
Makes a perfect day complete.
Well, not quite, you see,
I still have one more Piccolo Pete.

Happy 4th of July!!!!