How dearly we miss both your shape and your size,
Cannot blame Cromwell for your sad demise.
They used to say about Ireland that everything rocks,
And now the whole country’s up on cement block’s.
The lack of a small pack, this shit really drags,
Only the suits can afford 20 fags.
I pray all day in my jeans and my socks,
My heartfelt requiem for the beloved ten box.