Gunsolly Squares

Little red ants on the highway banner
Coppertop streaks fill a fading sky
Buckshot fireflies fly right past
And a pair of pale eyes from a mast,

And they sing:

Burn down, burn down, said the Gunsolly Squares
Said the Gunsolly Squares in the street

And they sing:

Burn down, burn down, said the Gunsolly Squares
Said the Gunsolly Squares in the street.

Fifteen years pass the infantry, and a thousand pass the shore.
The infants cry from a marble sheet
And the Gunsolly Squares in the street all sing:

We burned it down, burned it to the ground!
And the world is flat as slate!
From a land of love and a land of joy
We have built a world of hate!

But the rains, they came for a century
And the Gunsolly Squares all sank!
And the ants came back, and the coppertop streaks
filled the pale blue sky like a sheet!

And they sang:

Bless the rains that the Gunsolly Squares are gone!
They are gone, they are gone at last!
That the ants and the streaks and the flies are back
like a pair of pale eyes from a mast!

And no burning now will come to pass
Nor will anything be flat!
for the Gunsolly Squares, they are gone at last!
They are gone and that is that!