Beware of the Ex...

Like a whirling Dervish she stormed
Across the ocean, like a hurricane,
She was more than like a hurricane
She was one...
But not one then
Not no more
She'd been ex-ecuted.

She was ex-hurricane Ophelia...
Guess she's not such a hurry-cane
Not no longer now
Maybe not even a cane
Amblecane by now perhaps
Or dawdlecane maybe.

But hurry she did that day
Storming along her path
Down Ireland way
Powerless and power cuts
The Irish took a pounding
(Or in their case a euroing)
Hope she don't come round again
I feel ya pain
Ireland.