Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

There are stars tonight, like flowers in the clouds. Bright reds and whites and blues, fire-spangled hues. They drip designs like rain. Loud crashing thunder; hear the cannons roar. Fast-spraying rifle-shot at soldier’s hand. Come to the fore. And here’s a man sets flame to firework’s train. Let freedom reign.

Red ink for mistakes. His fingers shake. They’re gonna call his name. White-knuckled fear. He hopes he’ll hear the questions, get them right. Blue fingers cold with worry now. They’ve taken him inside. He’s failed his fingerprints? Come back next time. Till they print right there’s no red, white’n blue.

Red ink for mistakes. Your fingers shake. They’re going to call your name. White-knuckled fear. You hope you’ll hear the questions, get them right. Blue fingers cold with worry now. They’ve taken you inside. Yes, you speak English. Don’t be frightened. Passed! The flag’s red, white and blue for you.