The Family Fire
My mom walked in and my dad walked out,
I held my face and cried out loud.
I like to talk,
they like to mock.
As I say hi, they give a sigh.
When I passed by I yelled, got scared
they weren't there to say they cared.
I had to call the firemen.
They cooled them down,
Oh, and also the house.
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