Little Polly Flinders
Sat among the cinders
Toasting her pretty little toes
Anger at injustice
Prejudice and hatred
That's the way a bonfire grows.

Little Polly Flanders
Sat among the cinders
Watched the burning embers glow
Who has stoked the hatred?
Who should be berated?
How does such a big fire grow?

Polly's mother caught her
Scolded her daughter
For spoiling her pretty little clothes
Liberty affronted
Human rights confronted
That's the way our freedom goes.

Little Polly Flinders
Sad among the cinders
Watches conflagration grow
Cries in consternation
So sad for her nation
Tearful as the bonfires grow.