There's always the comical anarchist bomb song that we used to sing when we were young and innocent. It should be in the DT and the first verse and chorus runs:

All in the anarchist's attic,
So lowly and so mean,
All amidst the fumes of nitroglycerene;
They're stuffing cans with powder,
And they're craming cans with nails,
And when they're done they raise their voice
In this mournful wail-l-l:

It's brother Petros' turn to throw the bomb, bomb, bomb;
Mother's aim is bad and the Cossacks all know Dad,
So it's brother Petros' turn to throw the bomb, bomb, bomb!

Give Tony our best!

Cheerily,
Charley Noble