Spain's First Astronaut

Over roofs and homes and cobblestones Flew Spain's first astronaut And the Ogre boys were overjoyed At the wreckage they had wrought They'd laid tunnels there below the square And when the Mass had ended His driver parked in the usual spot Above where they intended Now the Francoists were pretty pissed At the separatists' excess But when talking bombs the bigger arms Have better odds of success When they packed the load how could they know They overestimated The force to blast his fascist ass to hell when detonated? Now that it's our turn what can we learn From Spain's first astronaut? Overcompensate? Or equivocate? Overcomplicate the plot? If your plan to fight is sportsmanlike Recall the opposition Is unashamed and not constrained by less than demolition.