Hurrah! It's Guy Fawkes Night.

You can take the boy out of Blighty but you can't take thoughts of pyrotechnics out of the boy.

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up King and Parliament.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

See Wikipedia for the full uncensored traditional rhyme in all its politically/religiously incorrect glory.