The coastal bonfires are lit,
the flames spark and spit.
We'll touch the water and jump through the fire,
build an effigy to top the pyre.
The scent of fennel, rosemary and rue, waft through the breeze.
To ward off the witches, warlocks and fairies, who dance and tease.
Because there is no room for evil here to decieve,
on this 23rd of June, Johnsmas Eve.